Otra noche en Miami Otra noche sin ti Otra noche en Miami (Yeh) Diez en punto de la noche y salgo como de costumbre Prendas en diamantes que cieguen cuando me alumbre Me diferencio de la muchedumbre A mi estilo puede que no te acostumbre' No sé si irme

All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands My

Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody La la, di da da da dum And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

I'm only ever trying to help you Baby you braved it I understand you had a bad day and shit So I say something dumb as fuck And luckily it gives you a facelift But really I couldn't take it Especially when the volume is raising Like, she came in the room

Dum-da-da-da-da-da-dum I promise I can change See you can find me The tallest building, in the tallest city And I will build a ladder to the rooftops Screaming from my lungs, "I'm sorry I messed up" So darling, won't you stay here? Darling, if you stay

Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down,

Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle To be so near you and not just hear you I think then maybe you'd see me, baby You'd be mine And you're only smiling When you play your violin Agnetha, Frida, dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle And we'd be together all

Leave me alone Drunk as fuck Bitch you dumb as fuck Running up the bucks (damn, ay) Bitch you down or what? (Ya) Yah, yah, yah, yah (ay) Yeah, I miss you but I got no time for that Tell you the truth