Lovers kiss in a garden made of thornsTraces of lonely words, illusions tornYou said, “How does a man like me love a woman like you?”I said, “Hold me until I die and I’ll make you ادامه مطلب

I can’t believe the things you saidRight now I wish that you would tryTry to stay near meTry to be near meBefore I cry‘Cause I am gonna need a wellTo catch the pain and lift ادامه مطلب

Oh, caught in a bad romanceOh, caught in a bad romanceRah, rah, ah-ah-ahRoma, roma-maGaga, ooh-la-laWant your bad romanceRah, rah, ah-ah-ahRoma, roma-maGaga, ooh-la-laWant your bad romanceI want your ugly, I want your diseaseI want your everything ادامه مطلب

[Intro]We don’t care what people say, we know the truthEnough is enough with this horse sh–I am not a freak, I was born with my free gunDon’t tell me I’m less than my freedom [Verse ادامه مطلب

I didn’t ask for a free rideI only asked you to show me a real good timeI never asked for the rainfallAt least I showed up, you showed me nothing at allIt’s coming down on ادامه مطلب

I stand here waiting for you to bang the gongTo crash the critic saying, “Is it right or is it wrong?”If only fame had an I.V, baby could I bear?Being away from you, I found ادامه مطلب

[Intro]I met a girl in East LAIn floral shorts as sweet as MayShe sang in eights in two Barrio chordsWe fell in loveBut not in court [Interlude]La-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-la-laI don’t s—I don’t s— [Chorus]Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, AméricaAmericanoAh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, AméricaAmericano [Verse ادامه مطلب

… That Arizona sky burnin’ in your eyesYou look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fireIt’s buried in my soul like California goldYou found the light in me that I couldn’t find… So ادامه مطلب

My name isn’t AliceBut I’ll keep looking, I’ll keep looking for WonderlandMy name isn’t AliceBut I’ll keep looking, I’ll keep looking for Wonderland, WonderlandAh-ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-ahSet me freeAh-ah-ah-oh, ah-ah-ahSet me freeCould you pull me out of ادامه مطلب

I know that we are youngAnd I know that you may love meBut I just can’t be with you like this anymoreAlejandroOh, oh-oh, oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh, oh-ohOh, oh-oh, oh-oh-ohOh-oh-ohShe’s got both hands in her pocketAnd she won’t ادامه مطلب