We knew every line, now I can't remember How it goes but I know that I won't forget her And we danced all night to the best song ever 'Cause we danced all night to the best song ever I think it went oh, oh, oh I think it went yeah, yeah, yeah I think it

I want you, I want you, I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing And I won't fall, till I get it Till I get it, oh And I won't fall And I won't fall, till I get it, oh Yeah, and I won’t fall All these pictures that we taken

If you want closure Come on and close that door I know, I know, I know What ya' really came for I know what ya' want, baby Know what ya' came here for Ooh yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends

Projets partis en sucette, hey C'est la merde, mais dis-moi comment on va faire? J'me sens bête un peu, est-ce que t'as capté? J'dois régler tout ça, mais comment on va faire? Ah non, ah non, oh yeah J'ai confiance en personne, toujours dans le sale

Is the heart of a lonely girl. She won’t be the one to blame It’s a shame, it’s a shame Oh the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world The heart of a lonely girl. Yeah the hurtinest thing in the whole wide world Twenty seven days I’ve been out on the

(Oh man, your love is like burning fire on my soul) (Oh man, tease me till me lose control) Yeah, oh darling, ooh Just floating like a butterfly, so charming (Baby go) She recognized the man in me (Number One of the world) There´s something in her eyes

Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it baby La la la la, la la la la I got you (Oh, yeah) I got a hold of you (Oh yeah) You said you out to see How we roll

And the cradle will rock Yes the cradle, cradle will rock And when some local kid gets down They try an' drum him outta town Oh yeah, get up

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read