Voy buscando una lady Como tú la quiero así Quiero que te enamores Como estoy yo de ti A casa enviarte flores Y en tu nombre escribir Mil canciones de amores Pa’ que pienses en mí Sé que buscas a alguien que

Da media vuelta, Danza Kuduro Mueve la cabeza, Danza Kuduro La mano arriba, cintura sola Morena vem o meu lado Oi oi oi, oi oi oi oi Balancar que uma loucura No te canses ahora, que esto solo empieza No me canses ahora, que esto solo empieza Ninguem vai

Quanta falta que ela me faz que dói chega dar pena É aquela morena Aquela morena Ah se eu tivesse me tocado que o meu ciúme era exagerado Hoje não sei, talvez ainda estivesse aqui Ah se quer saber eu não sei dizer se o que 'to sentido é raiva ou saudades

Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan Its that rap phenomenon

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do Don't wanna know The way I did before I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, it's such a shame We don't love anymore

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

No more waiting, we can save us from falling We'll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together Patching up all the holes until we both feel much better Deleted things, I really meant So now I'll say the things I never sent Two wrongs make it

For the sinner, God is ready God is ready, when you're ready We don’t need no truth, got planted now It grows on trees I don’t let it or 8 side loose There’s no saint and there’s no sinner Done more dirt than these I know that we can do more right that

That you wear to bed while the ceiling fan turns To the rhythm that were spinning bare feet on the floor In the living room light got me begging for more Of that party girl strutting down the hall like a beauty queen long legs and all Got me melting in

I can't get no satisfaction I have tried, I have tried We gotta have it, we gotta have it I can't get me no, ha-ha And I can't get no, uh, now When I'm driving in my car And the man come on the radio Keep a-tellin' me more and more About that useless