you know it feels like Heaven's fallin' down on me And I can hear the angels callin', calling me Heaven's fallin', down on me Angels callin', callin' me Heaven's fallin', down on
We had a special way of talkin' Oh, a language all our own We always knew the latest dances But we liked old-fashioned love Now something seems the matter
I want be man I want be man I want be man I want be man I don't like living inside This metal plastic shell It's no way to treat your help They'll tell
I want you, I don't want nobody else I want you, I should have known it all along I want you, right now, I need you right now I want you, oh, come on,
put the blame on me For after all blame it on my last affair It's alright, it takes two to make it love Love can be just a four letter word Got a one
one Lookin' out for number one Work and slave, sometimes succeed I'm lookin' out for number one I'm lookin' out for number one Lookin' out for number one
me It's got a hold on me, a hold on me It's got a hold on me It's got a hold on me It's got a hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on me Your love
la Oo ya ya ya, oh oo la la la I gave you just about the best years of my life I might be lax on my views of the world I can't explain the politics of your affairs But there is one
Saturday at midnight See you at the red light Don't wanna be alone Saturday at midnight I can't wait for a call It's just not my style Been alone too
Time is runnin' out of control, ooh Help my dreams come true Time is runnin' out of control, ooh You make my dreams come true Here comes the night Gone
Hey, wait a minute, you're a little lost Things keep on changing and so does the cost Of doin' business with yourself Don't want nobody else, no I won
Try to bend me, try to shake me Try and turn my head around Oh try to change me, rearrange me I think you know about the boy you found A fantasy like
against the world It's one on one One on one, one on one It's you and me against the world It's one on one One on one, one on one It's you and me against
Traduction: Cheap Trick. Couples.
down My life to the rocks Livin' in a shoebox Social security They like the poor in me Bring out the whore in me Then knock the door on me Cheap tricks
was a hoe, did she get dough? Don't ask me for a dance; I don't need one I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one I'm freakin' on like the next man When
down the street Now a ni**a thirty deep, oh you wanna beef Talk cheap, shoot a ni**a the fair one Your homies like f**k it, what's this you the only scared one
checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on
