Oh-oh-oh ay Hey, baby, this is who I am I shouldn't have to say it for you to understand 'Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again No I do oh-oh ay Hello, is this thing on?

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

Tem abraço, tem beijo e tem flor Olha e pira, quem chegou Pra descarregar um caminhão de amor Parara rarara ôô parara rarara ôô Parara rarara ôô Eu já conheço cada rua do seu coração Tenho o seu mapa bem na palma da minha mão E eu 'tô parado, perdido no

Give me a shot at the night Give me a moment, some kinda mysterious Once in a lifetime (once in a lifetime) Once in a lifetime Once in a lifetime, the suffering of fools To find our way home, to break in these palms Once in a lifetime, the breaking of

Siamo con il nostro dio scuro Siamo con clavi (Siamo con dio) We are here For your praise Our conjuration sings infernal salms And smear the smudge in bleeding palms

Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country She don't understand English but she want me I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country It's been a long

Lord, let me die in the Iodine State Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross-stitched pillow where the head rest went He said his cab was his orneriest friend Left him jumping like trees in the wind Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel

Being a low life 'Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it No you can't change something that you don't understand Livin' it up, livin' it up I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand I'm a low life, so fucking deal with it I'm livin' it up,

While they're waiting for a While they're waiting for a miracle And waiting for a, and waiting for a, and waiting for a miracle You rub your palm on the grimy pane In the hope that you can see (when you're waiting) You stand up proud, you pretend you're

If I wanted, I could take you from your man (please believe it) With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too (No you can't, you're a playa, I don't want you) Yes I can, and I will if I, if I