I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'll be glad I got 'em And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses at the bottom I'm gonna smile and say I hope you're feeling

I need your love Wait for me Oh my love, my darling I've hungered for your touch A long lonely time God speed your love to me And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine

We could - you and I When you're in my arms I know you're happy to be there And just as long as I'm with you I'm happy anywhere If anyone could pray each night To thank the Lord that all is right If anyone could find the joy

Oh, Anna Júlia Quem te vê passar assim por mim Não sabe o que é sofrer Ter que ver você, assim, sempre tão linda Contemplar o sol do teu olhar, perder você no ar Na certeza de um amor Me achar um nada Pois sem ter teu carinho Eu me sinto sozinho

Oh-oh-oh-oh Does he know you can move it like that? Whoa-oh-oh-oh Does he know you're out and I want you so bad Tonight you're mine, baby Does he know that you'll never go back? Does he know? Inside and out, baby, head to toe Your secret tattoo, the way

Run runaway I like black and white Dream in black in white You like black and white If your in the swing Oh now can't she wait? See chameleon lying there in the sun

I said I like it like that Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that) Oh he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it) You gotta believe me when I tell you Diamond district in the Jag' (I said I like it like that) Beat it up

It's like a heatwave burning in my heart (It's like a heatwave) I can't keep from crying Tearing me apart (Ooh, ooh heatwave) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, he's gonna love her)

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love You know it is twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't

If the pussy good, hit it two times Don't be talkin' 'bout me or my bitch, right Keep it 100 with my clique, right Came fresh cold out the strip, right Ciroc shots in the air Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie