I am charmed My soul's on fire, floating slowly No way it comes to pass It's the shore movement, she's happy being there For an age before the stars that beat Now there's no more dreamers For I am happy, oh shine on In our flowered air

Sara, oh Sara I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky When the children were babies and played on the beach You came up behind me, I saw you go by You were always so close and still within reach Whatever made you want to change your mind So easy to look

It's you and me forever Baby hair with a woman's eyes I can feel you watching in the night All alone with me and we're waiting for the sunlight When I feel cold you warm me When I feel I can't go on you come and hold me Won't you smile a while for me If

We are standing on the edge I feel my luck could change It's gonna be a glorious day Pull me out of the aircrash Pull me out of the lake 'Cause I'm your superhero I'm on a roll I'm on a roll this time Kill me, Sarah

And breathe me Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me, I am small, Help, I have done it again I, have been here many times before Hurt, myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame I'm needy, wrap me up oh

Hoy te quiero en mi cama Se que te gusta lo prohibido Porque demoras, que puede pasar Que te guste y me pidas más No te cohibas lo que pasará Tu gatito no se va a enterar Hoy como que tengo ganas De olvidar que somos amigos Chencho y Maldy

To Las Vegas, turnaround, she's going to Las Vegas (Sara please) Sara's off on a turnaround Flying gambling fools To the holy land, Las Vegas Sometimes she's here and sometimes She can't be found turnaround And Sara's off, half hiding far above the

Je suis un homme, oh! Comme ils disent J'habite seul avec maman Dans un très vieil appartement Rue Sarasate J'ai pour me tenir compagnie Une tortue, deux canaris Et une chatte Pour laisser maman reposer

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king,

Here she comes Is there a time for keeping your distance A time to turn your eyes away Is there a time for keeping your head down For getting on with your day Is there a time for kohl and lipstick A time for curling hair Is there a time for high street