Now my room has got two windows but the sunshine never comes through, You know it's always dark and dreary since I broke off, baby, with I live on a lonely avenue, My little girl wouldn't say, "I do". Well, I feel so sad and blue and it's all because of

Odio l'estate Tornerà un altro inverno Cadranno mille petali di rose La neve coprirà tutte le cose E forse un po' di pace tornerà Sei calda come i baci che ho perduto Sei piena di un amore che a passato Che il cuore mio vorrebbe cancellar Il sole che

My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My chick hood My chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours My my my chick bad, badder than yours I might just tip her She slides down the pole My chick bad My chick hood (hood)

Te amo, chega a dá raiva Me acaba de um jeito que eu acabo voltando atrás Só de pensar em acabar isso me acaba E tudo se acaba em paz Você me disse que queria ir embora Eu falei que ia dormir fora Mas nenhum de nós teve coragem É que somos tão covardes

Ah, entre caníbales Una eternidad Ah, come de mi, come de mi carne Ah, tomate el tiempo en desmenuzarme Esperé este instante Y no lo dejaré deslizar En recuerdos quietos Ni en balas rasantes

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

Shut up, shut up, shut up Sit up, sit up, sit up, it's a kangaroo court A kangaroo court There's a dark part of town where the girls get down And I cannot wait for a chance to go Wait for a chance to go I got my bad luck shoes and every excuse to dance

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen

You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day. You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do. Well, you know it ain't right just to

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like