Haciéndole cosas con ella me quiero perder (Eh-eh, eh-eh) con ella me quiero perder me trae recuerdos del ayer me trae recuerdos del ayer (Oh-oh) Hay necesidades que no tienen control Yo necesito tocarte Le serví un trago

And now the final frame, love is a losing game For you I was a flame, love is a losing game Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game One I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made Played out by the band, love is a losing hand More than I

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

Save your prayers Don't shed a tear, don't shed a tear for me I'm in trouble When you lay my body down These are my confessions When you throw me in the ground Turn your heart To the trail Of souls behind me

Huggin' up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye I never saw you, I only heard of you It's your lie, it's your lie Now I know that, now I understand Tell you baby, you huggin' up the big monkey man La la la la la la la Huggin' up the big monkey man

Look how much youth deh a jail house Mi never haffi deh a road Look how much youth deh a grave yard Mi never haffi deh yah don’t Suh mi haffi give thanks, yeah Dray Island haffi give thanks, yeah Dinero haffi give thanks, yeah Tell the devil keep him

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men

Sí soy así, me da lo mismo Aye, aye, aye Eh, eh, aye, aye Eh, eh, aye, aye, aye Mes amis entendaient la vie que j'ai eu Où les gens m'attendaient, je n'suis pas venu Si je les emmêle, si je dérange C'est qu'je suis un pêle-mêle, un mélange J'suis trop

Hangman we played rubber soul with a razor blade Behind the church, hiding place, It was a long joke till the punch line came. Can you read my mind, read my mind Follow along to the end of the song Hangman we played double dutch with a hand grenade

How did you love, how did you love? No one gets out alive, every day is do or die The one thing you leave behind Is how did you love, how did you love? It's not what you believe those prayers will make you bleed But while you're on your knees This ain't