Dancing on my Own - Leo Baez

Somebody said you got a new friend Does she love you better than I can? There's a big black sky over my town I know where you're at, I bet she's around Yeah, I know it's stupid I just gotta see it for myself I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh I'm right over here, why can't you see me, ohh I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home I keep dancing on my own I just wanna dance all night I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line Stilettos and broken bottles I'm spinning around in circles I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her I'm right over here, why can't you see me I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home (You're taking home) I keep dancing on my own But you don't see me standing here I just came to say goodbye I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home (You're taking home) I keep dancing on my own (I keep dancing on my own)

Contéstame el teléfono (Yeah yay) No hay nada que explicar, amor (Yeah yay) Te juro que nada es verdad, son inventos Nada es igual, son inventos Así, así (Así, así) Siempre te dicen algo de mí (De mí) Cada que me voy de aquí Me quieren alejar de ti 'Tamos fumando en el cuarto de hotel Salgo mañana, me voy a las seis Sentirme quiero hasta los de cien (Cien) Dime que le hago pa' que estemos bien (Estemos bien) ¿A quién quieres engañar? Dices que no valgo nada (Oh-yeh) Que mejor lo deje así, así, así Solo dame cinco y ya (Ya-ya-ya) Tan siquiera una llamada (Yeah ah) Escúchame Contestame el teléfono (Yeah yay) No hay nada que explicar, amor (Yeah yay) Te juro que nada es verdad, son inventos Nada es igual, son inventos Contestame el teléfono (Yeah yay) No hay nada que explicar, amor (Yeah yay) Te juro que nada es verdad, son inventos Nada es igual, son inventos (Yeah yay, yay) Quieren ponernos en batalla Nos tiran pero fallan (Ey) Te compro Gucci y Chanel (Y Chanel) Porque yo ya me sé tu talla Hoy voy directo a Guatemala Primera clase a tu cama (Uhh) Lo hacemos hasta en el cielo Por eso es que nos tienen celos (Yeah) ¿A quién quieres engañar? Dices que no valgo nada (Oh-yeh) Que mejor lo deje así, así, así Solo dame cinco y ya (Ya-ya-ya) Tan siquiera una llamada Escúchame Contéstame el teléfono (Yeah yay) No hay nada que explicar, amor (Yeah yay) Te juro que nada es verdad, son inventos Nada es igual, son inventos Contéstame el teléfono (Yeah yay) No hay nada que explicar, amor (Yeah yay) Te juro que nada es verdad, son inventos Nada es igual, son inventos

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here, right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger She says that I can't be your bride "All men are false", says my mother "They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies The very next evening they'll court another Leave you alone to pine and sigh" My daddy is a handsome devil He's got a chain five miles long And on every link a heart does dangle Of another maid he's loved and wronged Go, court another tender maiden And hope that she will be your wife For I've been warned and I've decided To sleep alone all of my life

'Twas in the merry month of May When green buds all were swellin' Sweet William on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen He sent his servant to the town To the place where she was dwellin' Saying, "You must come to my master, dear If your name be Barbara Allen" So slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she drew nigh him And the only words to him did say "Young man, I think you're dying" He turned his face unto the wall And death was in him wellin' "Goodbye, goodbye to my friends all Be good to Barbara Allen" When he was dead and laid in grave She heard the death bells knellin' And every stroke to her did say "Hard-hearted Barbara Allen" "Oh, mother, oh, mother, go dig my grave Make it both long and narrow Sweet William died of love for me And I will die of sorrow" "And father, oh, father, go dig my grave Make it both long and narrow Sweet William died on yesterday And I will die tomorrow" Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard Sweet William was buried beside her Out of sweet William's heart there grew a rose Out of Barbara Allen's, a briar They grew and grew in the old churchyard Till they could grow no higher At the end they formed a true lover's knot And the rose grew 'round the briar