(Carole Bayer Sager/Peter Allen) Don't wish too hard for what you want Or then you might get it And then when you get it You might find you didn't want
been up late writing books All about heroes and crooks One of them saves you from this The other one steals you And then, sure things fall And all sure things fall
Got them pretty road cases Protect our asses, protect our faces Protect our guitars, protect our amps Got them pretty road cases Throw them out an airplane
sky I got your name tattooed Across my heart, how could we lose? Back in black when we were hand in hand Two young kids like Jack and Diane Falling at
Four years, you think for sure That's all you've got to endure All the total dicks, all the stuck-up chicks So superficial, so immature And then when
Cars are turning over and driving away, I'd like to think of something to talk about. I can't come up with a consolation prize. It's not that I want
No es un mandamiento ser la diva del momento Para que trabajar por un cuerpo escultural Acaso deseas sentir en ti todos los ojos Y desencadenar silbidos
They finally did it, what's that? They stole the mic I grip Now that it's gone, what's wrong? I'm feelin' tired and sick How did they do it? I wasn't
Windows, three long years to go Winter, strung out and she knows A case of ice and snow Flat out, nowhere left to go Summer, sunshine, time to grow Spun
Ganz am Anfang war alles aus Liebe ich hab' Angst daß die Eiszeit beginnt sag' fühlst du dich auch manchmal verloren wie ein einsamer Adler
fall, we fall apart When we were young, we were strong We'd belong, close at heart So in time as the powers dies We must belong till we fall, we fall
me dead in my tracks And shot me right back there to '02 And it was me and you What am I supposed to say? I hope I don't fall head over heels 'Cause
With friends like you Who needs friends? With friends like you Who needs friends? With friends like you Who needs friends? With friends like you You
Such a big man, such a little chick I think it all goes back to your tiny Pick-up truck in the driveway With a sticker on the window 'Rest in Peace Number
?This fucking song is all personality? ?Dude, that's the shit? Well, we've all heard about how the guys in the band Weren't the popular kids in school
You were right all along You know I hate that, admitting I was wrong So I don't answer the phone when it's you It's funny when I see the caller I.D.
I woke up today That was my first mistake Would've been better off in the middle of a dream I was having 'bout a brighter day Yesterday, I gave my heart
It's your big shot, baby You're the next big star Of another stupid movie 'Bout a guy with a broken heart Who's falling apart You're headed for the