You've gotta give for what you take I won't let you down I think there's something you should know There's something deep inside of me Take back your picture in a frame I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man All we have to

Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need There's a somebody I'm longin' to see I hope that he, turns out to be Someone who'll watch over me I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood I know I

You've got to get yourself together You've got stuck in a moment And you can't get out of it Now you can't get out of it I'm not afraid of anything in this world There's nothing you can throw at me That I haven't already heard I'm just trying to find a

Solo déjame saber Sabes donde encontrarme Si quieres volverme a ver Aquí estaré Te sobra energía (ah) De noche y de día (uh-uh) Matando la monotonía, mami (uh-uh) Aquí estaré, eh-eh Dejas impregnado el perfume de tu cuerpo en mis sábanas

Don't speak Now you're gone There's a lot that you don't notice When you read between the lines The future's out of focus, When you're blinded by the light. It's a hope for all the hopeless In the worst of trying times

Niña, en mi mente estas, Y no te puedo olvidar, Todo el día pensando en ti y No te puedo encontrar Niña, donde andarás? En mis sueños siempre estas, Eres dueña de mi alma, Eres toda mi felicidad Quiero descubrir como eres tu,

Let's face the music and dance. Soon, we'll be without the moon, Humming a different tune, So while there's moonlight and music and love and romance, There may be trouble ahead, But while there's moonlight and music and love and romance, Before the

Nowhere like I do That your parents don't The way that I do And all the things that I know They don't care like I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they only know what you let 'em see There's nowhere I'd rather be Saturday

It's only a painting But not to pretty a picture A thousand words I know them all The frozen bird, a hockey puck Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh Move on to Van Gogh There's something there in Williamson's Garage I think it's me trying to start a fire

Pourquoi ces rivières Soudain sur les joues qui coulent Dans la fourmilière C'est l'Ultra Moderne Solitude Des fois on sait pas bien c'qui s'passe Ça s'passe boul'vard Haussman à cinq heures Elle sent venir une larme de son cœur D'un revers de la main