eu for rei ninguém vai me vencer em um

now, ladies and gentlemen, a rising star in rock and

a little bit funny, this feeling insideI'm not one

all in the name of being somebody(One, two, three four,

shy away from coming inCloser still my darling friendDon't

holding backYou're hard to readYour a 21st century kindYou're

a high dive arcing out wideInto the crowdOut to

I could have been sickI could have diedI could

WILKINSON, get a move on!Everybody positions, pleaseGirls to the

MRS. a MRS. can see

jean baby, L.A. ladySeamstress for the bandPretty eyes, pirate

acho muito apropriadoEu  ser assim santificadoNão  tenho cara de um

Look out new world here we comeBrave, intrepid, and then somePioneers

Like father, like sonLike father, like sonLike father, like sonDon't come

Got this bug-eyed girlCold hand on my kneeFrozen teeth chitter, chatterShe's

you wake up and don't want to smileIf it

never thought hyenas essentialThey're crude and unspeakably plainBut maybe

stands in all his glorySitting at the crossroads of

been crippled in loveShort changed, hung out to dryWe've

de "El ciclo sin ingonyama bagithi babaSithi uhm ingonyamaNants