Pa' este baile no hay salida, que corra el tiempo Pégate y zumba conmigo con movimiento Voy bajando, lo estas sintiendo Voy subiendo con mas movimiento De la forma en que bailas y le pones sentimiento A ese cuerpo que me tiene loco Todo el mundo con las

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse, and Thursday's also sad Yes the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down

Who knew you’d be hated for being who you are And be a big target for all the insecure There’s a bullseye painted on our chests In the crosshairs of the ignorant But I am not your scapegoat anymore Didn’t forget and you’re not forgiven I won’t forget, I

Be cruel to your school in the name of rock 'n' roll Do abc's and 123's Mean that much to me, that much to me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me 'Cause hey, I gotta know what I'll have to show When I hi hi ho it from here Be cruel to your school 'cause you

My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my only friend, A stomach full of pills didn't work again, So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, Yeah I'll see you tomorrow. I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone,

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

We made it out to the other side Ooo ooo ooo ooh My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola Come on baby, let's ride We can escape to the great sunshine I know your wife and she wouldn't mind Harvey's in the sky with diamonds And it's making me crazy Come on come

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave