And breathe me Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me, I am small, Help, I have done it again I, have been here many times before Hurt, myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame I'm needy, wrap me up oh

To Las Vegas, turnaround, she's going to Las Vegas (Sara please) Sara's off on a turnaround Flying gambling fools To the holy land, Las Vegas Sometimes she's here and sometimes She can't be found turnaround And Sara's off, half hiding far above the

Padre oh padre Perso è già Figlio perduto Se tu non vieni Re degli elfi Mi sta toccando E il bambino, Con occhi chiusi

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king,

One day like this a year would see me right Throw those curtains wide 'Cause holy cow, I love your eyes And only now I see the light Drinking in the morning sun Blinking in the morning sun Shaking off the heavy one Oh, heavy like a loaded gun What made

It's you and me forever Baby hair with a woman's eyes I can feel you watching in the night All alone with me and we're waiting for the sunlight When I feel cold you warm me When I feel I can't go on you come and hold me Won't you smile a while for me If

Je suis un homme, oh! Comme ils disent J'habite seul avec maman Dans un très vieil appartement Rue Sarasate J'ai pour me tenir compagnie Une tortue, deux canaris Et une chatte Pour laisser maman reposer

Sara, oh Sara I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky When the children were babies and played on the beach You came up behind me, I saw you go by You were always so close and still within reach Whatever made you want to change your mind So easy to look

Here she comes Is there a time for keeping your distance A time to turn your eyes away Is there a time for keeping your head down For getting on with your day Is there a time for kohl and lipstick A time for curling hair Is there a time for high street

Here she comes Miss Sarajevo Is there a time for keeping your distance A time to turn your eyes away Is there a time for keeping your head down For getting on with your day Is there a time for kohl and lipstick A time for curling hair Is there a time for