Ballroom - Cuban Latin Collection

Come in, sit down, sweet angel, leave me all your tears Tell me all of your troubles, the weight of your short years Love is only a river drowning all of your cheer Sell me all of your laughter, and I will take some of your fear Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh His favorite days were the mornings She came with confessions of cardinal sin A beast in the business of selling forgiveness Dead eyes on a treacherous grin Yet he laps up the vice like a wolf in the night He's the left hand of God on the stage And with one hand he offers salvation to lovers The other, it taketh away So give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, and I'll whisper mine His favorite line was the one formed outside When they trade in confessions for lies A beast in the business of selling forgiveness And buying salvation with wine And he cries out to God, "How can you claim them all When I know that they are all mine?" So give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, and I'll whisper mine Whoa, give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet Give you a show, it helps fill the seats Give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, whoa, oh-oh, and I'll whisper mine Come in, sit down, sweet angel and I will take some of your fear So give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love (and I'll whisper mine) (And I'll whisper mine) (And I'll whisper mine)

Life begins with the first glance The first kiss at the first dance All of us are wondering why we're here In the crystal ballroom underneath the chandelier Wet the glass till the glasses sing We punish our hearts till the heart bells ring Cos where we come from we're not always kind The human story is what love leaves behind We're the ghosts of love and we haunt this place We're the ghosts of love in every face In the ballroom of the crystal lights Everyone's here with me tonight Everyone but you Our first chance, is their last dance Our life is shaped by another's hands Buttoning unbuttoning her Coco dress Stopping and unstopping every cold caress Born for bliss, born for this Every human life begins with a kiss Kissed by every kind of possibility And everyone is here tonight with me We're the ghosts of love and we haunt this place We're the ghosts of love in every face In the ballroom of the crystal lights Everyone's here with me tonight Everyone but you Everyone but you

Groove is quick but thick, no trick words manifest Lyrics I lick (hype as hype and Snap! made it hyper) Beat to the brain like a bullet from a sniper When the loser smooth like a cruiser Beat the beat down I'm the big bruiser On to off to off, on and on This is the new-new breed of rap song To the T.O.P., yes the top I rock the spot hot To be or not to be, yes it'll be M.C. Turbo B (Yes to the groove, yes it's party) Peace of mind Time to unwind Trip and dip, slip the hip, now grip To the techno house of hip ('Cause this is the cult of Snap!) Hard to hold It's burning cold We make the jam, broke the mold So it can't be sold Took the vic Stolen, taken Move to the groove Dance floor shakin' Up and down, you're spinning around You check the sound, hands in the air Party hard, hard not to party, moving close (Body to body) I for one, the only son, the only child Not mild but the kid is wild Code name is Turbo Jam, jump, jump, jump, jump and jam The cult of Snap! And Snap! is in command To the point, correct and exact This is the cult of Snap!