To the moon Gonna be all right First class flight to the stars Don't you hesitate I'm gonna take you straight I'm going to the moon in style Are you ready to ride? I got a rocket in my pocket

Feeling low down and dirty Just like a dog without a bone Oh what happened to my lady Better get her tail back home Gonna be suspicious, more suspicious from now on Too much howling at Big Yeller Too much growling at the door Too much running round in

Wanna put this song on replay Play you everywhere I go I can listen to it all day I can listen to you all day Hear you all day (I wanna) put you on repeat Everywhere I go Put you on repeat

Baby, I want you to cave me in I want it, I do (Girl, cave me in, I won't say it again, I want you) God bless those Northern lights And our own devices, babe Entropy multiplies 'Cause in the back of my mind In the back of my hemisphere So maybe I won't

Pero que clase de rumba pa pa Pa la que yo cogí anoche que que que No recuerdo lo que sucedió Ya son las 6 de la mañana Y todavía no recuerdo nada Ni siquiera conozco tu cara Pero amaneciste aquí en mi cama Ya esta amaneciendo, el sol saliendo Yo

Meu coração Não sei por que Quando te vê E os meus olhos ficam sorrindo E pelas ruas vão te seguindo Mas mesmo assim foges de mim Ah, se tu soubesses como eu sou tão carinhoso E o muito, muito que te quero

And all my tomorrows belong to you As long as I've got arms that cling at all It's you that I'll be clinging to And all the dreams I dream, beg or borrow On some bright tomorrow they'll all come true And all my bright tomorrows belong to you Today I may

God ain't gonna getcha for that He's much too busy with the guys in the black hats There's nothin' wrong with a man and a woman flirtin' with a honky-tonk moon God ain't gonna pay no attention If we're just makin' use of his invention Come on, baby don't

There's nothing left to say, yeah 'Cause you don't wanna try And I don't want the pain There's nothing left to do, yeah I don't want the lies And you don't feel the same It's time to let you go And bow out of the game And maybe we will find

He was a diplomat's son, it was '81 And then I'm gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it's now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a