Behind grey clouds is blue skies and sunrise, oh oh And God knows I have tried to visualize what it's like to feel warm 'Cause me and you haven't spoken in several weeks (Warm, warm), warm Never felt like this before Got them, grey clouds hanging over me

Father ov Terror! Enter the pylon Through' the galleys ov past Catacombs ov night Into the starry womb Slay, slay! Asar un-Nefer We have no fear

La bohème, la bohème Ça voulait dire Je vous parle d'un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître Montmartre en ce temps-là Accrochait ses lilas Jusque sous nos fenêtres Et si l'humble garni

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

Every time I make another one, it's another one Don't be all up on my french toast when that butter come She tried to put me in the friend zone, but she wanted some Fuck it, I'll be in that friend zone 'cause I fuck with her After fuckin' her Another

Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh Papa I know you're going to be upset 'Cause I was always your little girl But you should know

No te creo no No me das falsas esperanzas No me enganes no No me digas cuanto es que me amas Por eso nene No me digas todo lo que oiensas No lo digas...no Solo dime cuanto me deseas Ay, de corazon

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh The magnificent seven Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

Just don’t leave Don’t leave I’ll drown my beliefs To have your babies I’ll dress like your niece And wash your swollen feet I’m not living I’m just killing time Your tiny hands

The skies are burning with thunder The seas are ablaze with flame Set the course for Cartagena The sands of time will remember our names History is written today Sailing the raging seas To distant lands unknown Porto Bello fell in a day Now Britannia