You're beautiful, that's for sure You'll never ever fade You're lovely, but it's not for sure That I won't ever change And though my love is rare Though
Hey, man, don't look so scared You know I'm only testing you out Hey man, don't look so angry You're real close to figuring me out We are a part of a
dabadabada) Like you used to, like you used to (Whoa) He makes me feel, he makes me feel (Dabadabada dabadabada) Like you used to, like you used to (Whoa
Chuva! Chuvinha! Vem, vem, vem ca, rapaz! Chuva! Chuvinha! Vem, vem, vem ca, rapaz! This is not political it's just that I demand attention when I walk
Talkin' to the mirror again but it's not listenin' Cleanin' my dirty mind like a toilet but it won't give in Drinkin' spirits in the hopes that I will
My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me My love grows deeper every day and takes a little piece of me My love grows deeper every
You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio Well I hate to say but pop aint' going solo You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio But now
I left my heart in San Francisco with some club kids On a crowded street somewhere The sky was red and he said "Would you like to come be a part of My
It's getting so lonely inside this bed To know if I should lick my wounds Or say, "Woe is me" instead And there's an aching inside my head It's telling
Well, well, what do I say Looks like what goes around comes around Everyone will have their final say Sometime, someday Looks like I only love God When
I'm sorry I forsake you I'm sorry that I left you I'm sorry I did forget you Umm, umm And I'm sorry that I made myself feel better By making you feel
I've seen a man cry, I've seen a man die inside I've seen him say to me that he is only mine That he gotta do what is best for him Never let me in, not
: Hey, man, don't look so scared You know I'm only testing you out. Hey man, don't look so angry, you're real close to figuring me out. We are a
one He makes me feel, he makes me feel, like you used to, (whoa) like you used to He makes me feel, he makes me feel, like you used to, (whoa) like
: You liked me till? you heard my shit on the radio Well I hate to say but pop aint? going solo You liked me till? you heard my shit on the radio But
: It?s getting so lonely inside this bed Don?t know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead And there?s an aching inside my head It?s telling
: I?m talking to the mirror again but it?s not listening I?m cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won?t give in I?m drinking spirits in the hopes
: You?re beautiful, that?s for sure You?ll never ever fade You?re lovely but it?s not for sure That I won?t ever change And though my love is rare Though