Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Livin' this champagne life, everything's okay. Let's toast it up. Oh, baby let's toast it up. Oh, champagne life. Yes, well it's a beautiful day. It's gon' be a beautiful night. Break out the champagne. Everybody get a glass. Let's start it off sexy.

Falling all in I'm thinking baby There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free Be mine, be mine, yeah Anytime, anytime Ooh, you know I've been alone for quite a while haven't I? I thought I knew it

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

And darling, darling stand by me, oh stand by me por que se, que tu estas junto a mi Oh stand, junto a mi, junto a mi When the night, has come and the land is dark y la luna, es la luz que brilla ante mi Miedo no, no tendré, oh I won't, te asustaré Just

My eyes went ooh My voice just cooed My mind let loose Doctor I want you Ooh, my Doctor Wanna Do I can't get over you Dr. do anything that ya Wanna Do I'll stay forever, it's up to you I just made an appointment

Yo soy del barrio un famoso Yo soy de es quina del barrio soy Yo sé que soy soy Yo soy de esquina del barrio soy Es que mi esquina es saoco Que si caigo vuelvo y me levanto Woah oh oh oh Woah oh oh oh oh

No no, yes I do (yes I do) Oh hip-shaking mama, I love you (I love) Holdin' on, holdin' on To keep on holdin' on, holdin' on (I can't, I can't turn you) (I can't turn you) (I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't turn you) You loose, no, no

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy