Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The Boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand But oh, how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today

How long have I gone Without thinking love you Without thinking love you How long have I gone Without thinking love you Without thinking love you Four months, Six hours, Three years Two days, Fifteen seconds Who cares? I built Something myself Standing tall in the wreckage O-o-oh My muscles strong From carrying all this weight I run, how come I'm always late What is it with you How long have I gone Without thinking love you Without thinking love you How long have I gone Without thinking love you Without thinking love you Stand straight, big smile Give me, picture postcard colouring I built something myself Standing tall in the wreckage O-o-oh And this tiny love Couldn't have been more true Oh, searching for A home in you I guess you never knew What is it with you I guess you never knew This tiny Oh, this tiny Oh, this tiny love This tiny Oh, this tiny Oh, this tiny love This tiny Oh, this tiny This tiny love

Un, dos Un, do', tre' Cáchala (ah) Eh (venga) Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma' (olé) me maten Me, me ma' (olé) me maten Me, me ma', me maten ¡Vámonos! Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma' Las cosas que mi gente quiere Son las cosas que siempre he querido (olé) Una copita pa' brindar y otras dos pa' los dos que vienen contigo Los que no me subían a internet vacilando de amigo Ahora que nos ponen la alfombrita roja, vienen conmigo Me maten si no pueden entrar Me muera no les puedo fallar (¡eso!) Yo sin esta gente pa' que cojones quiero pasar Me maten si no pueden entrar Me muera no les puedo fallar Yo sin esta gente pa' que cojones quiero pasar (¿Cómo?) (agua) ¡Vámonos!, ¡vámonos! (ah) Me, me ma', me maten (pasa) Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma', me maten (¡Antonio!) Me, me ma', me maten (ay me maten) Me, me ma', me maten (¡arza!) Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma', me maten (¡vámonos!) Me, me ma' En la vida no pensábamos (olé, olé) Que la gloria es el dinero (olé) (Antonio) Pero, pero nos equivocamos (olé) Nuestra gente es lo primero (eso es lo primero) Y el pibe de la puerta Dice que somos muchos Hemos venido con José Carmona y C. más con pucho (ah ¿Qué dices?) (¿Cómo?) Y el pibe de la puerta Dice que somos muchos Hemos venido con José Carmona y C. más con pucho (¡vamonos!) Me maten si no pueden entrar (ah) Me muera no les puedo fallar Yo sin esta gente pa' que cojones quiero pasar Me maten si no pueden entrar (¡dale!) Me muera no les puedo fallar Yo sin esta gente pa' que cojones quiero pasar ¡Vámono'!, ¡vámono'! ¡vámonos! (vamos ya) Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma', me maten (olé) (ay me maten) Me, me ma', me maten (ay me maten) Me, me ma', me maten (me maten) Me, me ma', me maten (ay me maten) Me, me ma', me maten Me, me ma' Me ma', me ma', me maten (¿Cómo?) Me ma', me ma', me maten (¡venga!) Me ma', me ma', me maten (chi-cha-ta) Me ma', me ma', me maten (vamos Víctor) Me ma', me ma', me maten (yah) Me ma', me ma', me maten (ay me maten) Me ma', me ma', me maten (¡cuida'o!) (me maten) Me ma', me ma', me maten

You were the popular one, the popular chick It is what it is, now I'm popular, bitch Standing on the field with your pretty pom-pom Now you're working at the movies selling popular corn I could have been a mess, but I never went wrong Putting down my stories in a popular song (Ah, ah) I said I'm putting down my story in a popular song So my problem, I never was a model I never was a scholar, but you were always popular You were singing all the songs I don't know Now you're in the front row, 'cause my song is popular Oh, I said "Popular," I know about popular It's not about who you are or your fancy car You're only ever who you were I said "Popular," I know about popular And all that you have to do is be true to you That's all you ever need to know Catch up, 'cause you've got an awful long way to go I said catch up, 'cause you've got an awful long way to go Always on the lookout for someone to hate Picking on me like a dinner plate I hid during classes and in between them You dunk me in the toilets, now it's you that cleans them You tried to make me feel bad with the shit you do It ain't so funny when the joke's on you Oh, the joke's on you? Got everyone laughing Got everyone clapping, asking "How come you look so cool?" Well, that's the only thing that I learned at school, yeah Oh, that's the only thing that I learned at school So my problem, I never was a model I never was a scholar, but you were always popular You were singing all the songs I don't know Now you're in the front row, 'cause my song is popular Said "Popular," I know about popular It's not about who you are or your fancy car You're only ever who you were I said "Popular," I know about popular And all that you have to do is be true to you That's all you ever need to know Catch up, 'cause you've got an awful long way to go (I said...) Catch up, 'cause you've got an awful long way to go Before the next time that you call him crazy Lazy, a faggot or that fugayzee Here's the one thing that's so amazing It ain't a bad thing to be a loser, baby Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" I said "Popular," I know about popular It's not about who you are or your fancy car You're only ever who you were I said "Popular," I know about popular And all that you have to do is be true to you That's all you ever need to know Catch up, 'cause you've got an awful long way to go (I said...) Catch up, 'cause you've got an awful long way to go

You talk about life and talk about death and everything in between Like it's nothing and the words are easy You talk about me and talk about you and everything I do Like it's something that needs repeating I don't need an alibi or for you to realize The things we left unsaid are only taking space up in our heads Make it my fault, win the game, point the finger, place the blame And curse me up and down, it doesn't matter now 'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care What you say or what happened in the end This is my interpretation and it don't, don't make sense The first two weeks turn into ten, I hold my breath and wonder When it'll happen, does it really matter? If half of what you said is true and half of what I didn't do Could be different, would it make it better? If we forget the things we know would we have somewhere to go? The only way is down, I can see that now 'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care What you say or what happened in the end This is my interpretation and it don't, don't make sense It's really not such a sacrifice If I never talk to you again This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care What you say or what happened in the end This is my interpretation and it don't, don't make sense And it don't have to make no sense to you at all 'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'd like to find out what places she's been What's behind her locked door Or better yet know if I'm out or I'm in If her elevator still runs the top floor Perhaps she would say she was a student of hope And I'm dangling from the end of a disintegrating rope But I don't wish to spark off her outraged imagination I don't wish to get into any double edged conversation It's a touchy situation Woah, yes It's a touchy situation Oh-oh-oh, yeah Someday I'll find out what I'm now afraid to ask And I'll discover what lies there beneath the door mats Perhaps she would say that I'm just deathly afraid To see her make the same mistake that I made And it might lead to some sweet revelation She knows I hate even this conversation It's a touchy situation Woah, yes It's a touchy situation Oh-oh-oh, yes I said, "Are you doing well baby?" She says, "Go ask your father" I said, "Give me yes, no, or maybe" She says, "Why should I bother?" I said She says I said, ohhh I'll ask you tomorrow I'll ask you tomorrow If I could only break the coat of her fears I could expose the secrets to the river of her tears Rattle her senses 'til she's pouring forth her tears Before she could exercise those powers of manipulation It's a touchy situation It's a touchy situation It's a touchy situation Woah It's a touchy situation Woah It's a touchy situation It's a touchy situation It's a touchy situation

When you come after me and I go after you When both of us are doing what we want to do We both lie to each other, don't care much for the truth But tell me something, tell me something Who's hurting who? Who's hurting who? (Tell me something) Who's hurting who? Who's hurting who? (Oh) You love to take the long way, I just cut straight through You tell me who I am, I tell you what to do Both of us are victims of each other's contradictions When our instincts meet, we can't break through Who's hurting who? Who's hurting who? (Tell me something) Who's hurting who? Who's hurting who, who? Who's hurting who? (You have to admit it while I'm hurting you) Who's hurting who? (Tell me something) Who's hurting who? (You have to admit it while I'm hurting you) Who's hurting who, who? You don't want to kneel To my demands and how I can make you feel This is how I make you feel And when I don't wanna know What you have to say, I just turn away and go I always turn away and go Who's hurting who? (You have to admit it while I'm hurting you) Who's hurting who? (Tell me something) Who's hurting who? (You have to admit it while I'm hurting you) Who's hurting who, who? Who's hurting who? (You have to admit it while I'm hurting you) Who's hurting who? (Who keeps hurting, tell me something) Who's hurting who? (You have to admit it while I'm hurting you) Who's hurting who? (Who keeps hurting, who keeps hurting who?)

Lately I've been wondering what's been going on I've been here before but I don't remember when And every time we get to where we're entering I feel my beliefs and hopes surrendering But I know I'll be coming home soon Yes, I know that I'll be coming home soon 'Cause like the enemies that we are battling I am nothing but a human alien Left with nothing else but to keep wandering Down this path whilst stopping my hands trembling Because I know that I'll be coming home soon And yes, I know that I'll be coming home soon, with a soldier's eyes With a soldier's eyes With a soldier's eyes With a soldier's eyes I've seen inside the devil's dreams where young men die And graveyards open up their arms for mothers left to cry I have seen the bleeding and I hate what we've done But just like every other fool I'll keep marching on Because I know that I'll be coming home soon And yes, I know, that I'll be coming home soon with a soldier's eyes With a soldier's eyes With a soldier's eyes With a soldier's eyes

Sick and tired of getting older I keep getting lost trying to find my way Looking for love in every corner Night after night But every street light looks the same So I'm taking the chance, walking away, breaking the rules Nobody here can tell me what to do I'm out on my own, making my way Trying to be someone that I can be proud of one day I'm out on my own, doing it my way I gotta be tough, gotta be stronger And take the time to understand This city can't get any colder Stab you in the back while shaking your hand So I'm taking the chance, walking away, breaking the rules Nobody here can tell me what to do I'm out on my own, making my way Trying to be someone that I can be proud of one day I'm out on my own, doing it my way Doing it my own way, yeah Taking the chance, walking away, breaking the rules Nobody here can tell me what to do I'm out on my own, making my way Trying to be someone that I can be proud of one day I'm out on my own Doing it my way Doing it my way Doing it my own way