And I saw her standin' there. Well, my heart went "boom," When I crossed that room, And I held her hand in mine Whoa, we danced through the night, And we held each other tight, And before too long I fell in love with her. Now I'll never dance with

It had to be you. It had to be you It had to be you. I've wandered around, Finally found somebody who, Could make me be true. Whoa whoa whoa could make me be blue. And, even be glad just to be sad thinkin' of you Some others I've seen, might never be

Tired of love songs, tired of love Wanna go home, whoa Just wanna go home, wanna go home I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs So tired of love songs, tired of love songs I, I, oh I, yeah Trying my best to meet somebody But everybody around

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I'm comin' for that

What if nothing ever will change? Whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa Oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place I'm caught between your love and a hard place, oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place But I, I'd rather fight Than lose

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Until the end of time This one's for the lovers If you're out there, let me hear you say Let me set the mood right In this life 'Cause I'm gonna make you feel alright I'm gonna set the mood right Because if your love was all I

Let me see your hands in the air Whoa whoa whoa I'm dancing To the sound My world's in the clouds Too high to come down So let me see your hands in the air Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

(La, la-la-la, la, la, la) I go a swingin' school Whoa-whoa-whoa (Ah, Bobby, ah) (We're glad you go to a swingin' school) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) Chicks (ah)

Tú tienes el control Es que me matas bailando así (bailando así) La habitación uh whoa Te juro que huele a ti (Yo te juro que huele a ti) Puedo llegar al sol No pienses dime que sí Chris Brown Por fin estamos solitos los dos