Lover of mine Gone to a faraway land Serving your country On some faraway sand But you should get no name Remember that your heart belongs to me I'm sending you a picture To carry with you all the time So when you're feeling lonely It's something to remind you I'm thinking of you constantly Remember that your hearts belongs to me Your heart belongs to me If a pretty girl should pass you by I won't mind If you give her the eye Or even if you give her a smile sometimes But keep your heart Because your heart is mine Your heart is mine Your heart is mine Lover of mine If I could tell you how I yearn For the day to come When you will return From far across the sea So remember that your heart belongs to me Remember your heart belongs to me Far across the sea

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back. Takes the dark out of the nighttime, she paints the daytime black. You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees. But you will wind up peeking through a key hole, down upon your bended knees. She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all. She wears an Egyptian ring, that sparkles before she speaks. She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique. Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes. For Halloween but her a trumpet, and for Christmas, buy her drums. She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back. Takes the dark out of the nighttime, you know she paints the daytime black.

I got the feeling the feeling's gone My heart has gone to sleep One of these mornings, I'll be gone My heart belongs to me Can we believe in fairytales? Can love survive when all else fails? Can't hide the feeling, the feeling's gone My heart belongs to me But now, my love, hey, didn't I love you? But we knew what had to be Somehow, my love, I'll always love you But my heart belongs to me Put out the light and close your eyes Come lie beside me Don't ask why Can't hide the feeling, the feeling's gone My heart belongs to me But now, my love, hey, didn't I love you? Didn't I love you? Didn't I love you? Didn't I love you, baby? Don't cry, my love I'll always love you But my heart belongs to me My heart belongs to me I got the feeling the feeling's gone My heart belongs to me (Didn't I love you, babe, didn't I love you?)

There are so many flirty guys with flirty, flirty ways And I'm so afraid that they will try to steal you someday But don't you let 'em darlin' 'cause you belong to me. Oh, please don't ever let them think your heart is fancy free Don't do it darlin', that heart belongs to me. They'll tell you that I trifle and that you should do the same They'll tell you that they need your love so why not make the change Oh, don't do it darlin', that love belongs to me Oh, please don't ever let them blind you I love you don't you see Oh, don't do it darlin', that heart belongs to me. --- Instrumental --- They'll offer you a mansion ask you if to be their queen So they'll try to give you riches make your life a happy dream But don't let 'em darlin', that dream belongs to me Oh, it's true they'll try to buy your love with riches such as these Oh, but don't let 'em darlin' that heart belongs to me...

She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime Paint the daytime black You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees That's right Yeah, she never stumbles She's got no place to fall Well, she never stumbles She's got no place to fall Well, she's nobody's child And the law can't touch her at all She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks She's a hypnotist collector You are a walking antique Come on, Ross Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween, give her a trumpet For Christmas, buy her a drum Take it home

What good is sittin' alone in your room? Come hear the music play, yes Life is a cabaret old chum Come to the cabaret Put down that knittin', the book and the broom Time for a holiday, yes Life is a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret Come taste the wine, come hear that band Yes, it's time for celebratin' Right this way, your table's waitin' No use permittin' a prophet of doom Wipe every smile away, yes Life is a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret, yes Yes, life is a cabaret old chum Only a cabaret old chum So come to the cabaret

Maldito cabaret Donde pasé los años de mi vida Allí me enamoré, no sé cómo y por qué De una perdida La que me hizo sufrir, la que me hizo llorar Día tras día Haciéndome creer que yo era su querer ¡Qué hipocresía! Pero ¿qué puedo hacer Si yo la quiero Y la forma de amar Es la que añoro? Aunque cambie sus besos por dinero No la puedo olvidar Porque la adoro Maldito cabaret Donde pasé los años de mi vida Allí me enamoré, no sé cómo y por qué De una perdida La que me hizo sufrir, la que me hizo llorar Día tras día Haciéndome creer que yo era su querer ¡Qué hipocresía! Pero ¿qué puedo hacer Si yo la quiero Y la forma de amar Es la que añoro? Aunque cambie sus besos por dinero No la puedo olvidar Porque la adoro

(Yeah) Ghost Rider (Osémio Boémio, Osémio Boémio) Cabeça em chamas Acho que não a apago nem com a maré Eu brilho tipo escamas Quando eu recebo a Luz, 'tou a dar amén Pa' eu fazer grana, tenho que dar o tudo Tenho que 'tar away 'Tou a fazer commas, números na conta, cabaret Glória, olhos com cloro, yah Discordo com a discórdia Relógio diz: História, nem dá tempo pa' olhar Beat é preto, sou Goya Vim dizer-te: Bon voyage Vi-te seco, sou cola Muito verde, poda, minha wave afoga Mas sinto todo o peso do mundo na back, copa Da Ba Dee, se eu 'tou Blue Deco, Drogba Meto a BIC no meu book, bag, boda 'Tou a esticar mais linhas, isto é pó que bate Mano, o Prof é sick, não dá p'ró curar Sinto a cabeça em chamas Acho que não a apago nem com a maré (não, não) Eu brilho tipo escamas Quando eu recebo a Luz, 'tou a dar amén (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Pa' eu fazer grana (money, money) Tenho que dar o tudo, tenho que 'tar away (Money, money, money) 'Tou a fazer commas (commas, commas) Números na conta, cabaret (Cabaret, cabaret, cabaret)