Put ya muthafuckin hands up They try to tell us where too young And you find out that those other days are gone? This world don't turn when you're not in my arms
That's gonna have to suffice
Make me cry
There are so many roses that bloom along the way
You body soul and mind
see the news-every night
All my dreams turned to ashes and gone, oh yeah
Santa Lucia...
Fishermen look for their nets
didn't report
If it looks like rain, if it makes no sound
The performance I give em is, somethin like a hypnotism
I would give anything to hold you in my arms,
Mais il ne l'a jamais revue
Don't you wish you knew what they were sayin'
Gotta come to the tables with something