Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work

Good evening ladies and gentleman, please give it up for Romeo Santos Thank you guys, thank you very much, If you don't mind u can keep playing the piano, go ahead So how you guys like the album, you enjoy it? Wow, I'm honored, thank you, very nice of

Now you only bring me black roses I lay low, lay low, And they crumble in the dust when they're held. I'm not under your spell, And watch the bridges burn. Under your spell. Now you only bring me black roses. And I'm done try'na be the one, I can see

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

Before I tear, tear out my eyes I am awakened I'll just admit they're part of me (they're part of me) The storm is coming and I have a choice To accept nature or lose my voice Shall I scream and plead for nothing Or build a roof over my head? I mourn the

I'm cryin' for me I'm gonna miss that smile I'm gonna miss you my friend Even though it hurts the way it ended up I'd do it all again So play it sweet in heaven 'Cause That's right where you want to be I'm not cryin' cause I feel so sorry for you I'm

Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit She rode it like a soldier I say bounce that shit like woah Yeah, bounce that shit like woah This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it Girl that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like,

It doesn't matter who you are You're in control From the start in your own way You just want somebody listening to what you say Is there anywhere you want to go? Is there anything you want to know? The future's for discovering The space in which we're

I'm a Brooklyn baby He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair They say I'm too young to love you Well, my boyfriend's in the band I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything

Playin' in a travelin' band I want to move Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand Seven thirty seven comin' out of the sky Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride Well I'm flyin' 'cross the land tryin' to get a hand Take me