Why did you do that? Why did you do that Do that, do that, do that, do that to me? (Why did you do that?) This is not, not like me Oh Oh, (why did you do that?) Why do you look so good in those jeans? Why'd you come around me with an ass like that?

Oooooh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, nananana Oh, Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

I'm quickly fallin' and it feels natural I can't predict my fate but I can't be his no more I haven't felt this type of thing in a while I thought I lost myself in love until I found you Ooh, two years enough, few days but my week with you means more,

Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh) But it's too late, it's too late You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my

With brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go, And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold, That you're the best moment I have ever known. Oh, Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind 'Cause I heard each song, the

Love is a losing game Love is a losing hand And now the final frame Love is a fate resigned For you I was the flame Five story fire as you came Love is losing game One I wished, I never played Oh, Oh, what a mess we made

How do I get to heaven? The truth runs wild So I'm counting to fifty Counting to fifty, counting to fifty Without losing a piece of me Without changing a part of me All my time is wasted Feeling like my heart's mistaken, oh So if I'm losing a piece of me

Lay it on to the dawn Everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone I was born in this hotel Washin' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Tryin' hard not to think She can talk to squirrels...oh, oh, ho yeah Comin' back from the

Mozo, sírvame, la copa rota Sírvame que me destroza, esta fiebre de obsesión Quiero sangrar gota a gota, el veneno de su amor Aturdido y abrumado, por la duda de los celos Se ve triste en la cantina a un bohemio ya sin fe Con los nervios destrozados y

Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang Oo-chie wally wally Oh Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit Ladies make it hot Thugs make it hot make it pop He really really really work my body He really really really turned me out