I guess I wanted you more And lookin' back now I'm sure I wanted you more I don't need you anymore I kept waitin' on a reason In a call that never came No I never, saw it comin' Somethin' in you must have changed All the words unspoken, promises broken

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho Drag him underneath the ship A terrifying deadly trip We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope And throw him overboard My

I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere Crossed the desert's bare, man I've breathed the mountain air, man Of travel I've a'had my share, man I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road When along came a semi with a high an' canvas

Aonde o vento é brisa Onde não haja quem possa Com a nossa felicidade Vamos brindar a vida, meu bem E o céu claro de estrelas Do que a gente precisa É tomar um banho de chuva Um banho de chuva (Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai)

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught She's a good girl "Forget what you thought 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught" Do do do d-do do do do do do She said to me:

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

Pandeiro, pandeiro! Que eu nasci no samba dentro de um pandeiro Aprendendo a conviver sem precisar de mim Você sabia que seu bem é da folia Vai a noite, vem o dia, sempre fui assim Te dei um papo de malandro E malandro é papo reto Tudo certo se quiser

Girl there's a party goin' on My temperature's warm So let me freak you through the floor While the bass is bumpin' All night if your body can handle It's gonna be a party y'all Keith Murray rock vibes, verse you with Universal

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your