"My father, came from Japan, in 1905 He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan He, he, he worked until he was able to buy To actually build a store" Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it

Once in love you're never out of danger One hot night spent with a stranger All you wanted was somebody to hold on to yeah. Somebody somewhere In the heat of the night Looking pretty dangerous Running out of patience. Tonight in the city You won't find

In this region of me A deep voice is rising From the heart of the mountain Vibrations of the stone I can hear in my heart The call of instinct The flight of the powerful I hunger for it It just keeps me alive

Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? He will never be satisfied I am not throwin’ away my shot Why do you always say what you believe?

Una bachata en Fukuoka Se me alegra la nota Quiero cantar contigo (quiero) Yo canté tu bachata aquí en Fukuoka Pa'bailar contigo (pa' bailar) Una bachata en Fukuoka (pa' soñar contigo) En el mar las gaviotas Vivir bachata en Fukuoka Dile a la mañana que

Will you still love me tomorrow Tonight you're mine, completely You give your soul so sweetly Tonight the light of love is in your eyes Will you love me tomorrow Is this a lasting treasure Or just a moment's pleasure Can I believe the magic of your sighs

Little by little, day by day There's a little piece of heaven Right here where you are The fact that you keep trying Is what sets you apart. Help me find the reason And I'll help you find the way To get rid of all your pain Now don't you be afraid

For long you live and high you fly Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around, choose your own ground And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all your touch and all you see Is all your life will ever

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Let's go make a mess of the bed we made this morning Like the roofs been hit by hurricane Throw those pillows on the hardwood And tangle those sheets up real good Let's go make a mess of, make a mess of the bed we made Let's go make, let's go make make a