Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two (one,

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Wait, wait a minute Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face I get it how I live it I live it how I get it Count the mothafuckin' digits I pull up with a lemon Not 'cause she ain't livin' It's just your eyes get

Pick me, pick me yea Live alone, lone single Atleast, atleast yea Everyone is waiting Everyone is hollow

Through the prettiest country From Georgia to Tennessee My troubles behind me I'm alive and I'm free Who wouldn't want to be me I got no money in my pockets I got a hole in my jeans We're on the wheels of an angel This road keeps windin'

Let the groove take over Tú, no puedo vivir sino estas tú Como ser feliz si no estas tú Lamentando tu perdida Ya mi vida no es la misma Lamento tu despedida No tiene final Todo lo que tengo es para ti Mi corazón llora un mar por ti

Te amo, te amo, te amo Hey! Você sabe que eu te quero Não é de hoje que eu espero Uma chance pra falar Sei, que ainda tá em tempo E que agora é o momento Onde eu vou me declarar Vamos que o mundo gira E que a vida passa

All I want is a life To drink from the glass from the well that ain't dry I'm sick of the crumbs I want a piece of that pie I just want to get a little more out of my payday Finally own a car that doesn't break down on the freeway A little vacation,

Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two I'm gonna write a little letter, Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven, I

Enamorado, enamorada De mi risa y de tu cara Y no me cambio por nada Sabia manera de cuentas lleva el corazón Eres el motivo de mi canción Eres la mañana que me arropa de sol Mi ángel, mis dos alas, mi conversación Eres el beso que atraca en mi puerto de