Son, look at you now You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge

Soy solo una marioneta sin control de sus sentidos Yo soy solo un pasajero con destino a ser feliz No me culpes a mí No me culpes a mí mami Y por mis llamadas de madrugada Culpa al corazón Por mil palabras desesperadas No pienses que soy yo

She shot me right down She shot me right away What if I told you Don't leave me alone baby (She shot me right away) I want hold of shotguns and roses Shot me now I'm down oowee I'm alone and I need another round You're like the bullet to my holster

I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise Whom can I run to

Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind Everything all the time He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome And she was terminally pretty She held him up and he held her for ransom In the heart of the cold, cold city He had a nasty

Hang your jacket from the door There's thirty people in the kitchen Well come gather all around me There is something you should know There's no place quite like this place If we get it on the go So, pile your boots up in the corner And there's always

Sua boca é minha, domina a minha E o que é que as duas estão fazendo tão sozinhas? Não sou de ficar mais de uma semana Sem amor, sem um beijo, sem um corpo, 'tá difícil Deixa eu te falar, eu vou fazer jejum de amor Pra provar o que eu sinto Quer saber,

What explains our enduring fascination with vampires? And what dark and hidden parts of our psyche are aroused and captivated "Few creatures of the night have captured our imagination like vampires. What is it about the vampire myth that explains our

For you baby I'm slipping into the lava Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up Baby who turned the temperature hotter And I'm trying to keep from going under You're cold You go around Like you know

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya I make your jeans Vibrate like a Nokia Hot gyal here Major Lazer We ah fuck the hottest gyal dem round 'ya Girl from down ah country and Girl from down ah town ya If you check da phone ya