Te llevaré (eh, eh, eh) Te llevaré hasta el extremo Abrázame, este es el juego de seducción Estoy muriéndome de sed Y es tu propia piel Voy a ser tu mayordomo Y vos harás el rol de señora bien O puedo ser tu violador La imaginación esta noche todo lo

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way

It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one It's a tough ol' choice to make if

It's just whiskey under the bridge Ain't no big deal I've been burned, I've been cheated But this old heart's still beating All those nights of drinking Finally got me thinking Heartache is just a waste of time There's not a heart that ain't been broken

They cried the tears, they shed the fears, Up and down the land, They stole guitars or used guitars So the tape would understand, Without even the slightest hope of a thousand sales Just as if, as if there was, a Hitsville in U.K., I know the boy was all

Miserere, misero me Miserere, miserere Però brindo alla vita Vivo nell'anima del mondo Perso nel vivere profondo Ma che mistero, la ma vita Che mistero Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila Un menzognero

For all the times you left me bleeding Clouded, weakened by the haze Cut of my pride, enough to forgive Reconcile, back to square nothing It seems I lost my direction Don't have the strength to let it slip Have no desire for the shore Just let me play

I just put you on a wave I could put you on a wave Follow me into the ocean You will never be the same You're pretty as the ocean I'm coming with the gang So you need to get out our way The ladies love it when I sing The niggas love my abilities

I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

Oh, no, I don't care what's been done here before me I don't give a damn, just as long as you care 'Cause, baby, I've been bad, but the heavens forgave me You don't need to ask 'cause I'm already there Let's be bad together, baby, you and I Let's be bad