I got that boom boom, baby, bring the bass I got that boom boom all up in your face Dunny dunk la-la-la-la (hey) Dosie dough la-la-la-la Boom boom all up in your face Do you smell a lie la-la-la No time for the (shh), wait a minute Do you smell a lie

Un poco de miel Te vi que llorabas Te para tres No hay nada mejor Las tazas sobre el mantel La lluvia derramada El eclipse no fue parcial Y cegó nuestras miradas

Meet me in the morning 56th and Wabasha Is right before the dawn Little rooster crowin' There must be something on his mind Well, I struggled through barbed wire Felt the hail fall from above Look at the sun Sinkin' like a ship

Can't you see that I'm lonely Come on, baby, and rescue me 'Cause I'm lonely And I'm blue And your love too Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm) Take me in your arms

You carry it with you Now we're faced with two wrongs Now you carry it with you I don't know, oh, I don't know And now we're faced with two wrongs We could be born to anything and now, and now What you have done is terrible These four walls to keep you

Imagínate que yo estoy ahí Por si acaso te quieres desvestir Envíame una foto de ti Ahora mismo me estaba acordando de ti Tú también quieres repetir desde que probaste No digas que no, lo noté por más que disimulaste Inolvidable, yo soy un cazador y tú

Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead) yup-yup (Amen) I know (He dead) for sure (Amen) Amen Alright, here we go, third take, real quick Ali I'm Marilyn

It went the dull and wicked ordinary way I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain And now I'm sorry I missed you I think this place is full of spies Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you I know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, I

Can't you see that I'm lonely Come on, baby, and rescue me 'Cause I'm lonely And I'm blue And your love too Mmm-hmm (mmm-hmm) Take me in your arms

C'était un petit jardin Qui sentait bon le Métropolitain Qui sentait bon le bassin parisien Au fond d'une cour à la Chaussée-d'Antin Mais un jour près du jardin Passa un homme qui au revers de son veston Portait une fleur de béton Dans le jardin une voix