Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Bella y sensual, sobrenatural Uno de nosotros te tiene que conquistar Hola mi amor, vengo acompañado (DY) Nicky, Nicky, Nicky Jam lemme holla at you for a second Uno de nosotros es de barrio fino, un tipo muy real (The big boss) Nos jugó una apuesta, que

Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down You're up on your high heels, you're up on the

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

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

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you

Oh, mamma zooma zooma baccala' The waitress at the pizzeria I eat antipasta twice Just because she is so nice Ti voglio bene Mamma mia pensaci tu Se ci piglia 'a fantasia Oh, mamma, bilibibop, zooma zooma baccala'

One of those moments that just slip But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah All right, all right, all right I remember it, it was a night just like this And I remember it, it was a late summer bliss We were running from the waves on the

You make me sick They make me sick I know I feel you, that' I want you and I'm hating it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feeling it, I gotta getta grip And it's driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enough