right I just have to try Love leads me right back to you It never tells me why I ain't gonna go through life With no regrets Now we can start by makin
I just have to try Love leads me right back to you It never tells me why I ain't gonna go through life With no regrets Now we can start by makin' apologies
Traduzione: Caso. No Regrets.
Had a rag-top Cadillac Rode it on Sunset Boulevard And I had a hold on a centerfold And a Tony Montana cigar I had the top down, rock 'n roll sound,
You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing
I'm a little heavy Waste boundin' down... Got a zero in the bank On my account. It's been a week since she's been home- That's seven days of on my own
Faded dreams and blue jeans, A Rangers cap with sweat rings, There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots. Well I've been at it a long time Working
Well I know they say all good things must come to some kind of ending We were so damn good I guess we never stood a chance Go on & find what you been
C'mon....hahaha.....yeah..... Well down in Panama city They perfected the art of the tan. And those Oklahoma girls They sure know why they call it Heartland
So you're tired and you're beat And you worked all week And you need a place you can let it go Where the girls go wild And the boys play hard And you
Mmm Well our love story reads like a book of lies- Good intentions, better alibis No happy endings, no straight lines, no movin' on, But no goodbyes.
I was down in whiskey river, stopping for a drink Minding my own business, trying not to think Bartender came on over with a shot of his best Said this
So he's gone and left you all alone? You think the better of your years Were spent with him. The little girl who used to dance On fire and brimstone
They were sitting on his tailgate And she was lovin' on his rough neck And she was talking about running away And he was puffin' on a cigarette Just
You'll turn away Calling back As you run Say it can It can It can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while Maybe two
(SENTIMENTO PENTIMENTO) no te quedes en la puerta no te pares a llamar si esta noche no ocurriera, oh pronto o tarde pasara, uh que la timidez no vale
every land, I've got nowhere to run, I watch my words, Feel like I'm walking on eggshells, Every other word could be a case against me I'm not anybody
know all the tricky sticky icky alley ways Welcome to the continent of Holidays (Africa) Where Holidays quickly turn to hell days Stars fall quicker than box of shell case
