I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom (Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do? They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom) Yeah, yeah, come on Uh, you

For just one yesterday (I know I’m bad news) (I saved it all for you) Anything you say can and will be held against you So only say my name If heaven’s grief brings hell’s rain Then I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday I want to teach you a

Take me to the pilot Lead me through the chamber I am but a stranger Na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na na Through a glass eye your throne Is the one danger zone Take me to the pilot for control Take me to the pilot of your soul If you feel that

Stars shine whenever you're with me, I melt like the ice in your sweet tea, I just can't say no to you, girl. I'm loving you without trying, Whatever you got I'm buying I ain't no one's fool

We could be heroes We could be heroes, me and you We could be Everyday people do everyday things but I Can't be one of them I know you hear me now, we are a different kind We can do anything All we're looking for is love and a little light

My destination Your destination And feeling the way I do Wouldn't last mile without you When I'm losing the way The things that you say Take me there Is by your side Right by your side

Girl you really got me bad You really got me bad I'm gonna get you back Gonna get you back I am in misery There ain't nobody Who can comfort me Why won't you answer me?

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

You know you wanna be my baby Now here we go again, here we go again Here we go again, here we go again We should have listened to each other's hearts We can make it happen if you 'bout that action Falling in love in every part Let me tell you little

Materialista, interesada Lo tuyo es rumba, dinero y fama Si no es con visa, negra o dorada Entonces dudas, para enamorarte Pero me ha llegado un mensaje de texto Que dice me hace falta y extraño lo nuestro Y yo cuando leo me digo ¿Que es esto? No olvides