Soy un loco que no para de soñar Y que quiere el mundo ponerte a viajar Todo lo que cante que se haga realidad Lady, yo quiero amarte, quiero amarte Aunque hoy no hay tesoros que darte Puedo ser una estrella, un cantante Lo más importante, que solo yo

You are so beautiful to me Can't you see You're everything I hoped for You're everything I need

Oh, oh, oh, little China girl And when I get excited My little China girl says Oh baby, just you shut your mouth She says, sh-sh-shhh When I look at my China girl I could escape this feeling, with my China girl I feel a wreck without my, little China girl

Yeah, heel, toe, docie do Come on baby, let's go boot scootin' Oh Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Boot scootin' boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky

Wish I could be the lake that you're swimming in Wish I could be the beach towel that you laid down on Or the sunshine kissing on your skin Or that two-piece that's fitting you so right, it's wrong There ain't nothing that I would rather see Than you

I wanna feel joy I love you, mhm Easier to say than mean it these days Joy, for the noise Mhm baby, I'm letting down my hair, up in my car When will we that say we've taken it too far? Baby you're still a joy, that I've taken too much of Let me be it,

Una aventura, es más bonita Que de frente nos miramos Bajo la mesa nos tocamos Y un beso robado Estamos que reventamos Queda siempre como adiós

Pray that all is forgotten Lay to rest Bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at once Who I once was has died Never feel the ills of breakin' down

Si te vas yo también me voy Si me das yo también te doy Bailamos hasta las diez Hasta que duelan los pies Con él te duele el corazón Y conmigo te duelen los pies Yo quiero acabar A mí no me importa

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what