Hey baby, seeing you gives me butterflies
And sometimes, it feels like I am so high
It feels like I am so high
So high

I like the way you look at me
It turns me on
I like the way you smile at me
It turns me on
I like the way you say my name
It really, really turns me on
You turn me on

Your smile is like a million dollar smile
Uuh baby, I’m in love,
I’m in love

Your voice makes me happy
When you whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Uuh baby, I am in love

I like the way you look at me
It turns me on
I like the way you smile at me
It turns me on
I like the way you say my name
It really, really turns me on
You turn me on

I am so in love, so in love, so in love
I am so in love, so in love, so in love

Can you be my superman?

Will you be my superman?

Superman

You know,
we don’t have to be dramatic
Just romantic
Do all the little things
That excites me
As your woman
Give me a kiss goodnight
Over the phone
When you’re working late
When you’re out of town
Tell me how much you need it
Cos we deserve it
We can be together

Can you be my superman?

Knock me down knock me out
Make me feel shy
But when you hold me in your arms
I can just forget the tears I’ve cried
This is what you are

Write your number on my wall
It’s all you gotta do
Carve your shadow on my soul
even when you break my heart in two
This is what you are

lala
This is what you are

sha la la

Take me up and let me down
Hold me when I’m sad
Take my eyes to look around
Take my ears to listen to the stars
This is what you are

Knock me down knock me out
Make me feel shy
But when you hold me in your arms
I can just forget the tears I’ve cried
This is what you are

say ah ah
This is what you are

lala
This is what you are

sha la la

You’re lunching at “Twenty one”
And watching your diet,
Declining a Charlotte Russe,
Accepting a fig;
When out of a clear blue sky,
It’s suddenly gal and guy,
And this could be the start of something big!

Theres’s no controlling
The unrolling
Of your fate, my friend,
Who knows what’s written in the magic book?
But when a lover
you discover
at the gate, my friend,
Invite her in whithout a second look!

You’re up in an aeroplane,
Or dining at Sardi’s
Or lying at malibu,
Alone on the sand;
You suddenly hear a bell
And right away you can tell
That this could be the start of something grand.

You’re doin’ your income tax
Or buyin’ a toothbrush,
Or hurryin’ home because
The hour is late;
Then suddenly there you go,
The very next thing you know,
Is this could be the start of something great!

You’re havin’ a snowball fight
Or pickin’ up daisies.
You’re singin’ a happy tune,
Or knockin’ on wood;
When all of a sudden you
Look up and there’s someone new,
Oh, this could be the start of something good!

Your destined lover
You’ll discover in a fright’ning flash,
So keep your heart awake
Both night and day,
Because the meeting
may be fleeting as a lightning flash
and you don’t want to let it slip away!

You’re watching the sun come up,
Or counting your money
Or else in a dim cafe,
You’re ordering wine;
Then suddenly there she is,
You wat to be where she is,
And this must be a part of something,
This could be the heart of something,
This could be the start of something fine!

Tu vuò fa l’ americano!
mmericano! mmericano
siente a me, chi t’ ho fa fa?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda
ma se bevi whisky and soda
po’ te sente ‘e disturbà.

Tu abballe ‘o roccorol
tu giochi al basebal ‘
ma ‘e solde pe’ Camel
chi te li dà? …
La borsetta di mammà!

Tu vuò fa l’ americano
mmericano! mmericano!
ma si nato in Italy!
siente a mme
non ce sta’ niente a ffa
o kay, napolitan!
Tu vuò fa l’ american!
Tu vuò fa l’ american!

Comme te po’ capì chi te vò bene
si tu le parle ‘mmiezzo americano?
Quando se fa l ‘ammore sotto ‘a luna
come te vene ‘capa e di:”i love you!?”

Tu vuò fa l’ americano
mmericano! mmericano
siente a me, chi t’ho fa fa?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda…

You’ve made my life so glamorous
You can’t blame me for feeling amorous.
Oh! ‘s wonderful! ‘s marvelous!
That you should care for me!

‘s wonderful! ‘s marvelous!
That you should care for me!
‘s awful nice! ‘s paradise!
‘s what I love to see!

My dear, it’s four-leaf clover time
From now on my heart’s working overtime.
Oh! ‘s wonderful! ‘s marvelous!
That you should care for me

Duérmete con la luz encendida, es una forma,
así no estas solo, puedes abrazar a tu sombra,
la guerra entre sexos ya es una costumbre
el arma secreta de algunas mujeres esta entre las piernas del hombre.

No, nos enfademos… acostémonos ahora
como Fran soy un camaleón, en tu cama, leona…
Los celos nunca pasan de moda,
pues cada uno solo a su casa que al menos las pajas no son celosas

Se nos aceleran los latidos, ¿Será el erotismo o la sexualidad?
¿Nos multarán el corazón por exceso de velocidad?
Lo dije hace tiempo, echar un litro de más significa echar a alguien de menos.

Todos buscáis a esas personas, a las que os llenan,
para poder vivir juntos, porque el amor es eso nena,
envejecer sin darse cuenta,
seguir viendo con veintidós añitos a quien tiene ya los cuarenta

Estoy pervertido, solo me excita el sexo que imagino y no el que practico
escribamos cartas románticas con cariño
y si ya existe el sexo oral,
inventemos el sexo escrito, pero

Besos me das, me das desilusiones
los cepillos de dientes, duran más que las relaciones
pero que más da… si las lágrimas pudiesen hablar
os contarían lo mismo que acabáis de escuchar

casi todas las personas buenas que me rodeaban
eran la peor basura que puedas tirar
cerdos ignorantes sois unos hijos de puta
lo siento no puedo evitarlo
de verdad que no puedo evitarlo

algunos me aconsejaban que me rindiera o que me callara
yo era el dedo en el culo de todo aquel que me cruzaba
los días iban pasando y todavía tu me negabas
y otros llenos de mierda no me miraban ni a la cara
pero ahora para ellos ya no está tan bien
también podríamos decir que es una pena

casi todas las personas buenas que me rodeaban
fueran la peor basura que puedas tirar
cerdos ignorantes sois unos hijos de puta
lo siento no puedo evitarlo
de verdad que no puedo evitarlo

cerdos ignorantes sois unos hijos de puta
lo siento no puedo evitarlo
es verdad que no puedo evitarlo

si alguno que escuche esto le sentó mal o le quemaba
que sepa que yo no opino que solo cuento lo que pasaba
si no puede aguantarlo que piense un poco que esto se aclara
que si no te gustó esta letra tenemos guerra declarada.

Beber el agua de una fuente,
descansar bajo un pino,
tener la mar que me separa
de todo aquello que no quiero
y que me ata.

Llamarme guanche,
labrar puntas de lanza,
darle vueltas al barro
y que el gánigo nazca.

¡Llamarme guanche!
¡Llamarme guanche!

Caminar sin caminos,
subir a la montaña,
mirar entre las nubes
San Borondón lejana;
tallar con la tabona
en una añepa larga
y en cada beñesmén
recolectar la tierra.

Yrinchen yayo taro
beber ahof de hara.

Dar gracias, Achamán,
labrar una obsidiana
para mirar mi rostro
de hombre libre,
cuando nace Magec
cada mañana.

Call my lover, hang up, call again
What in the world is happening
Listen in, but don’t yell at me
Isn’t it ironic all you wanna do is smoke chronic
Boy, you forgot when you were down
Who was around

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn’t miss you anymore

Memories don’t live like people do
I’m sick for ever believing you
Wish you’d bring back the man I knew
Was good to me, oh Lord
Everytime you say you’re coming
Boy, you disappoint me, honey
How well you forgot when you were down
And I was around

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn’t miss you anymore

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn’t miss you anymore

One of these days, it’s gonna happen to you
Missing a love like I’m missing you, babe yeah yeah
One of these days, when your dreams come true
That’s the one that’s gonna do it to you
Oh oh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn’t miss you anymore

El pescador habla con la luna
El pescador habla con la playa
El pescador no tiene fortuna
Sólo su atarraya

Regresan los pescadores
con su carga pa vender
al puerto de sus amores
Donde tienen su querer

El pescador habla con la luna
El pescador habla con la playa
El pescador no tiene fortuna
Sólo su atarraya

La luna espera sonriente
Con su mágico esplendor
La llegada del valiente
Del alegre pescador

We said goodbye
With a smile on our faces
Now you’re alone
You’re so sad on your own
The truth is
We run out of time
Now youre looking for me
Or anyone like me

Na na na na

Hello my love
It’s getting cold on this island
I’m sad alone
I’m so sad on my own
The truth is
We were much too young
Now I’m looking for you
Or anyone like you

Chegou a hora dessa gente bronzeada mostrar seu valor
Eu fui na Penha, fui pedir ao Padroeiro para me ajudar

Salve o Morro do Vintém, Pendura a saia eu quero ver
Eu quero ver o tio Sam tocar pandeiro para o mundo sambar

O Tio Sam está querendo conhecer a nossa batucada
Anda dizendo que o molho da baiana melhorou seu prato

Vai entrar no cuzcuz, acarajé e abará.
Na Casa Branca já dançou a batucada de ioiô, iaiá

Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros
Iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar

Há quem sambe diferente noutras terras, noutra gente
Num batuque de matar

Batucada, Batucada, reunir nossos valores
Pastorinhas e cantores
Expressão que não tem par, ó meu Brasil

Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros
Iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar
Ô, ô, sambar, iêiê, sambar…

Queremos sambar, ioiô, queremos sambar, iaiá

You, your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I’m driving, I’m driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you’re dying, you’re dying

You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what’s to transpire

Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it’s not forever, if it’s just tonight
Oh, it’s still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what’s to transpire

And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what’s to transpire