You are all that I need And you are all I believe Is everything fine? 'Cause you ain't gotta leave I wanna go down, down, down, down, down with you Yeah, yeah, yeah I wanna go down with you, baby I wanna pull the trigger with you

You fool no one Waiting to see if I'm gone So hard to see You are taking your chances with me If I find you with some other man You know what I'm gonna do Better run if you see me comin', ah Soon, you will fall Making mistakes like before

You got me runnin', you got me runnin' Oh no no never thought I'd feel so low But I ain't gonna hide And yesterday everything seemed okay Yeah you better run and hide away Oh you better hide Let me through don't spoil my view I gotta get away, away from

Gaston y a l'téléfon qui son Et y a jamais person qui y répond Monsieur Gaston s'occupe du téléfon Gaston, Gaston Bernadette, elle est très chouette Et sa cousine, elle est divine Mais son cousin, il est malsain Je dirais même que c'est un bon à rien

El man que te vuelve loca Estás pasa', todo está normal Me encantas como el coffee por la mañana Sabes bien que te tengo ganas Que te tengo ganas Who's this? Hasta en inglés preguntó Quería saber quién era yo Algo nos debemos

I wanna be that guy (G. U.Y.) I'm gonna wear the towel, the power to leave you I'm aiming for full control of this love (of this love) Touch me, touch me, don't be sweet Love me, love me, please retreat Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry The

I will love you till the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that your mine Baby can you see through the tears Love you more Than those bitches before Say you'll remember oh baby say you'll remember Oh baby ooh

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

Left right left The champion left right Yo la llamo por el celu Y le escucho la voz Quiere montarse conmigo Mami yo no soy como este chorro de bobolo-bose Ella llega a la disco Y todos la miran na´ma (yeah,yeah)

And stars fell on Alabama last night I never planned in my imagination A situation so heavenly A fairy land where no one else could enter My heart beat like a hammer My arms wound around you tight We lived our little drama We kissed in a field of white I