And make believe it came from you I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter They're gonna knock me off my feet Kisses on the bottom I'll be glad I've got 'em And sign "with love" the way you do I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet I'm gonna smile

Something I don't know Tell me, tell me, tell me Everybody tells me Like how many inches in a mile What it takes to make you smile Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby I hear it all the time I'm never gonna amount to much But they're never gonna

What are we gonna do If we lose that fire If we start to doubt, if that fire goes out I don't wanna lose you To some bullshit hurt that could've been helped I'm trying to tell you something That good good heart is your greatest wealth So what are we

Me, me, me and mine Me and Mine we'll be alright Long as she's standing at my side Long as she's loving me Mine and me we'll be unified Mine and me, you and me oh Looks like the echoes running low Personal hope you weren't home Too many lost but not alone

Nada que me recuerde a ti Saber que ni te conocí Verte y sentirte muy lejos e indiferente Nada que tenga algo que ver Con nuestras cosas del ayer Quiero tan solo tu ausencia de mí presente Quisiera entrar en un sueño Tranquilo y profundo Y al fin

(Have some mercy on me) Hey alligator, have some mercy on me And you should know by now my heart is in your teeth Cold blooded, hot headed, I love it, I can't escape you Why do I come back for more? It's human nature Have some mercy on me Hold me tight

I am your family tree I know your A to Z This is a secret proposition lay your hands on me I see your hands are shaking but My heart is breaking me down Not gonna talk about darlin', its so neighborly I tell you now that I don't understand Why everybody

We got that good love We got that hood love Bad boy, you make me make bad decisions We got that hot love We got that I don't give a what love We got that one life Give me that all night We got that Bonnie & Clyde love They say it’s wrong, but

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

Everything's gonna be alright boys, help is on the way Hold your head up high now, there's no need to cry now We're not running anymore Leave the politics behind boys, they're not working anymore There's so much more at stake here, it's make or break