I amor tu MICHAEL!!

We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers
Wishing our families well
We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are kissing
But not for the missing

So this one’s for all the lost children
This one’s for all the lost children
This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home

When tu sit there addressing, counting your blessings
Biding your time
When tu lay me down sleeping my corazón is weeping
Because I’m keeping a place

For all the lost children
This is for all the lost children
This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home

Home with...

They say I’m different
They don’t understand
But there’s a bigger problem
That’s much más in demand
You got world hunger
Not enough to eat
So there’s really no time
To be trippin’ on me

You got school teachers
Who don’t wanna teach
You got grown people
Who can’t write o read
You got strange diseases
Ha but there’s no cure
You got many doctors
That aren’t so sure
So tell me

Why tu wanna trip on me
Why tu wanna trip on me
Stop trippin’

We’ve got más problems
Than we’ll ever need
You got gang violence
And bloodshed on the street
You got homeless people
With no comida to eat
With no clothes...

There’s a place in
Your heart
And I know that it is love
And this place could
Be much
Brighter than tomorrow
And if tu really try
You’ll find there’s no need
To cry
In this place you’ll feel
There’s no hurt o sorrow

There are ways
To get there
If tu care enough
For the living
Make a little space
Make a better place

Heal the world
Make it a better place
For tu and for me
And the entire human race
There are people dying
If tu care enough
For the living
Make a better place
For tu and for me

If tu want to know why
There’s a amor that
Cannot lie
Love is strong
It only cares for
Joyful giving
If we try
We shall...

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

You’ll never make me stay
So take your weight off of me
I know your every move
So won’t tu just let me be
I’ve been here times before
But I was too blind to see
That tu seduce every man
This time tu won’t seduce me

She’s saying that’s ok
Hey baby do what tu please
I have the stuff that tu want
I am the thing that tu need
She looked me deep in the eyes
She’s touchin’ me so to start
She says there’s no turnin’ back
She trapped me in her heart

Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, no
Dirty Diana
Let me be

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

She likes the boys in the band
She knows when...

Girlfriend
I’m gonna tell your boyfriend, yeah
Tell him (Woo hoo)
Exactly what we’re doin’, yeah
Tell him what tu do to me
Late at night when the wind is free

Girlfriend
I’m gonna mostrar your boyfriend, yeah
Show him (Woo hoo)
The letters I’ve been savin’, yeah
Show him how tu feel inside
And how amor could not be denied, oh no

We’re gonna have to tell him
You’ll only be a girlfriend of mine
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

We’re gonna have to tell him
You’ll only be a girlfriend of mine

Girlfriend
You better tell your boyfriend,...

Nation to nation
All the world
Must come together
Face the problems
That we see
Then maybe somehow we can
Work it out
I asked my neighbor
For a favor
She dicho later
What has come of
All the people
Have we lost love
Of what it’s about

I have to find my peace cuz
No one seems to let me be
False prophets cry of doom
What are the possibilities
I told my brother
There’ll be problem
Times and tears for fears
We must live each day
Like it’s the last

Go with it
Go with it
Jam
It ain’t too much stuff
It ain’t too much
It ain’t too much for me to
Jam
It ain’t
It ain’t too much stuff
It ain’t
Don’t you
It ain’t too...

Ow… ow
I took my baby
On a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we’re one and the same

Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight, he

But if
You’re thinkin’
About my baby
It don’t matter if you’re
Black o white
Woo

They print my message
In the Saturday sun
I had to tell them
I ain’t segundo to none

And I told about equality
And it’s true
Either you’re wrong
Or you’re right, he

But if
You’re thinkin’
About my baby
It don’t matter if you’re
Black o white, he
He, he

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Girl when the
Going get rough...