To me, to me Sooner or later it all comes around Hopefully then I will see After the people and places are gone You will come back, you will come back to me You will come back to me Woman help me, you turn my head in circles Mama blessed me with magnet

It sets the world on fire Lovers need no reason Lovers need no season Feeling the fever taking over It's a game of give and nothing more The golden key that opens any door

Yeah I, will love you, baby Always and I'll be there Forever and a day, always I'll be there, till the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme I know when I die you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always This Romeo is

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Necromancer Death's his guiding lights Stealing afterlife Feeding from the host Black unholy ghost Born out of hell from the depths of Gomorrah Purging new graves and defiling the souls He satiates with such vile and dark horror Omens of dread on this

Se não gostar da ideia eu boto o Exorcista E uso isso de desculpa pra te abraçar O filme pouco importa eu já comprei pipoca Com leite condensado pra comer com guaraná E se nada disso funcionar Eu assovio uma canção de amor pra te ninar Se a música da

Get up, get up Get a move on What's taking so long Stop stalling, I'm calling out Ain't nothing wrong 'Cause I believe you can be what you'd like And I agree you can do much better, just trust me Get up, get up, get up, get up If you were ever in doubt

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Hop into my spaceship coupe There's only room for two (Me and you) And with the top down We'll cruise around Land and make love on the moon And with the top of you wrapped up In my space lover cocoon

And how in the world did you come To be such a lazy love? And how am I supposed to live without you? A wrong word said in anger and you were gone Are you sleeping? Still dreaming? Still drifting off alone. I'm not leaving with this feeling So you'd

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement