And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

Llévame, llévame, donde dejé mi corazón (yeah, yeah) Llévame, llévame, llévame oh Llévame a ciudad de sol Wind it up slow for me, pick it up, pick it up Solo a ciudad de sol Feel it coming over me (tonight) Solo así junto a ti Don't let the city break

'Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you A little less conversation and a little more touch my body So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and a little

Somehow through it all. We carry on Raise you up when you fall. We carry on Carry on, carry on Morning breaks from a night awake, that laid my heart to waste Here in this anguish. Knowing what will end just begins again Heal these wounds to break the

Tonight's the night I'm dressing up for you. Pick a part, you dream it up. Oh boy, tell me your fantasy, Tonight I'm gonna come alive, Make you forget about your 9 to 5, Are you ready for your blood to rise? Saucer of milk, table for 2 You wanna pet my

Suicidal, in a trance, a religious army Fight without an uniform and hide in the crowd Chosen by God or a coward insane, stand up and show me your face! Call it holy, call it just, authorized by heaven Leave your wounded as they die and call it "God's

You hit a good lick, the stars light up Your ship comes in, you make your mark You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top Yeah, cream of the crop! You're the stuff, you set the bar You beat the odds and there you are Spend most your life sittin' in the

I am the bonfire I live off your gasoline, gasoline You make me stronger, I'm going higher You make me stronger, you make me light up With the shade you throw on me, throw on me When you're mad Make it rain you're trying to put my fire out You feel

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the

Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Ah, it's tough