tive muitos sonhosUm brilho no olharEra só um jovemSem

WILKINSON, Plié, tendu segundaPlié, tendu fechouDevelopé devantPerna vermeOlha

I've been thinkin'How much I miss my ladyAmoreena's in

was a little girlWhose daddy called her queenAnd life

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

wish it awayDon't look at it like it's foreverBetween

1: saidA fool would say it's overBut insteadThe voice

am the elder Utah SmithI've got two wings to

looking, I'm looking backI'm trying to imagine this and thatThe

1: Kate Bush & Elton me I'm sorry to

1: Elton John, Charles when I was youngThe taste

hit 'em with a little ghetto Elton John

all lead such elaborate livesWild ambitions in our sightsHow an

out new world here we comeBrave, intrepid and then

I'm dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

you, you're a child in my headYou haven't walked

And now I knowSpanish Harlem are not just pretty words to

e PUMBA o que acontece— O quê?!O que virá

a tear has to fallBut it's all in the

Talk of making loveTake your timeTo bluff your way to stayLet