How many times have you let yourself get you down?Let yourself get you down, my dear?So many roses but none to be picked without thornsSo be fond of your flaws, dearLa-la-la, la-la-la, love youLa-la-la, la-la-la, I love youLa-la-la, la-la-la, I…
What do you have in store?One life away that we can exploreAnd I don’t want you feeling that way no moreSince this the type of feeling you can’t ignore (hey)I’m out here to break down doorsSaid I was soreCan’t let…
Mom, can I hear the lullaby?Please? And there I was, tangled up in marigoldWe were listenin’ to the reverent children singin’(Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing) Huh, yeahHummin’ low as the garden river flowsWhile the August light becomes a golden…
Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to arise(You were only waiting for this moment to arise) Blackbird singing in the dead of night (Dead…
Nothin’ really endsFor things to stay the same, they have to change againHello, my old friendYou change your name, but not the ways you play pretendAmerican RequiemThem big ideas (Yeah), are buried here (Yeah)Amen It’s a lot of talkin’ goin’…
I don’t know why I love her like I doAll the changes you put me throughTake my money, my cigarettesI haven’t seen the worst of it yet I wanna know, can you tell meAm I in love to stay? Take…
Baby, I’m a fan of that little assHow he did it, he put it on my faceAnd you kept coming, how deliciousI want to have you every dayAnd lamberte ‘and good morning’ I always think of you when you’re not…
Baby, soy fan de ese culitoCómo me lo hacÃa, en la cara me la ponÃaY tú seguÃa’ viniéndote, qué ricoQuiero tenerte to’ los dÃa’Y lamberte ‘e buenos dÃa’ Siempre te pienso cuando tú no está’Tú y yo tenemo’ algo que…
This is the last night, I wish I could stop time, it is what it isI’m sayin’ goodbye to the love of my life like we didn’t existI hope you find someone who makes you feel like you’re good enough…
This is the remixHeyUah, uh, uah You look so rich, you were seen riding the busYou see me with the R on my skirt, the street is badDevil, mommy, you see ricotta in any outfitAnd how nice that he tells…