Take my hand across this land Create this man to make my stand And break this hardened shell inside Escape this all the hell inside Yes I hold some keys of gold A cigarette a silver bullet Angels crying day and night The world is our stage Look inside

Praise our king Light fails at dawn The moon is gone And deadly the night reigns Finally I've found myself In these lands

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

It feels like there's oceans Between you and me We hide our emotions But it feels like there's oceans Yeah I want you And nothing comes close To the way that I need you I wish I can feel your skin

But I say 'fore we go to the land down below There are so many things I could say, my love Make you trip so your lips would be mine There are so many things I could do, my love To convince you my love is divine There are so many words I could tell you

And I can't do a damn thing about it It's a damn shame that I can't change I can't undo everything I'd like to So I roll on and I shout it 'Cause I can't do a damn thing about it Been washed in the blood of the Lamb And I washed blood off of my hands

Put your hair in the air Come on baby Let's go crazy We ain't never gonna stop Put your hair in the air (hair up) We don't care (hair up) Hair in the air, hair in the air Put your hair

Ana Luiza, eu fiz esta canção pra você Que pergunta, precisa saber Supõe Ana Luiza se a guarda cochila Eu posso penetrar no castelo E galgar a muralha de onde se divisa O vale, os prados, os matos, os montes As flores, as fontes, Luiza Onde anda Luiza,

I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow You shitted on me I, I don't be stressin' these hoes I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it I do not fuck with you though And I can't wait to blow on you 2006, these niggas hated

The fact that I can't deal It hurts to love you But I still love you It's just the way I feel And I'd be lying If I kept hiding It took thirteen beaches to find one empty In the ballroom of my mind Across the county line