When I wake up early in the morning Lift my head, I'm still yawning When I'm in the middle of a dream Stay in bed, float up stream (Float up stream) Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping Please, don't spoil my

(Olha ela aí) (Olha ela lá) Que coisa linda de se vê E tá sabendo se cuidar Só na pele de bebê E tá botando pra quebrar Cera quente, cera fria Cera verde, cera de mel Vai passando da canela à panturrilha

F-R-I-E-N-D-S Want me to spell it out for you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite I've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times Haven't I made it obvious? Don't mess it up, talking that shit Only gonna push

There's truth in your lies Doubt in your faith So I, I won't be the one Be the one to leave this And you, you will be alone Alone with all your secrets And regrets

I can't get you out of my head God knows I've tried But I just can't forget Those crazy nights And all the things that we did Well, I don't know just what it is Maybe it was the way you talked Maybe it was the way you laughed But I know I want you back

Leap of fate, leap of fate Only thing to do Is jump over the moon Is jump over the moon" Last night I had a dream I found myself in a desert Called Cyberland My canteen had sprung a leak

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be There will be an answer, let it be Speaking words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary

B.B. boogie darlin' The B.B. boogie baby Do the B.B. boogie, if it takes you all night long I grabbed my baby and I held her tight Do the B.B. boogie If it takes you all night long Well I looked at the clock The clock said four My baby jumped up

Take it easy, take it easy I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me Well I'm a-runnin' down the road try'n to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me One says she's a friend of mine Don't

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head