WILKINSON, Plié, tendu segundaPlié, tendu fechouDevelopé devantPerna vermeOlha

Timon & ka' se det kommeHva' ka' du se?Men

e PUMBA o que acontece— Ai, o quê?!O que

kids, shake it loose togetherThe spotlight's hitting somethingThat's been known

anyone should see me makin' it down the highwayBreakin'

want love, but it's impossibleA man like me, so

packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour: 9 a.m. And

you dream, sometimes it seemsThere's nothing there at allYou

sound)Uh, uh, uhUh, uh, was justified when I

are you going to come down?When are you going

a calm surrender to the rush of dayWhen the

looking at a funeral wagon rolling downA two-lane highway

1: me close, you're just to farOr I can

Why don't ya come on downLet me tell ya what I

threw back that shiny hairLike the mane on a

it's carnival nightAnd they're stringing the lights around youHanging

can't always count on the prayers in your sleepBut

know nothing about me and care even lessHow could you

baby loves loving, my baby loves lovingShe's got what

Like a fool I went and stayed too longNow I'm wondering