Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one

I lost myself on a cool damp night Gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree I made wine from the lilac tree Put my heart in its recipe It makes me see what I want to see And be what I want to be When I think

Ella hace de todo to to to to to Ella sabe de todo to to to to to Cho cho cho fe para el taxi Cho cho cho cho cho fe para el taxi Ella hace todo, de todo de todo de todo Lo paro con una mano, lo paro que yo la vi Ella está pa un accidente, no me importa

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on

Don't charge me for the crime Wrong place, wrong time Wrong place, This is life in this world Some things go right, some things go wrong It's just how the world can be People just wanna be free

I miss you more I miss you, I miss you I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more I miss you more, I miss you more What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it? What’s gonna be left of the world, oh? Every minute and every hour Every stumble and

Déjame entrar Quiero contarte No te das cuenta que Todas esas noches Llevo pensándote Nunca preguntaste Tus labios una vez Un poco acercaste Desde entonces no paro de pensarte

What are you listening to Is it a cover band in some college town bar Where it's na-na-na's and air guitars Just a sad song playing on the radio station Tears still fall and hearts still breakin' Cause you're hanging on Or is it a love song about someone

Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I'm a bad man Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N Kick me like a stray I know a thing about contrition

Somewhere out there In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you'll see into your imagination Traveling in a world of my creation What you see will defy explanation If love can see us through Then we'll be together Out where dreams come true