Texty:
Diversas

I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad. By all of the things I never had. I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazines. Smiling next to Oprah and the

My hair might be a little too long for your taste, my friend My car might cost a little less then that suit your wearing I'm glad you stumbled in here

All my life I've been telling myself I don't need no, no, nobody else I'm sitting here thinking Sitting here drinking 'bout you I look through the mirror

Well I walked up to the bar I laid down my Platinum card Then I ordered fifty longnecks for my new friends Well the barmaid passed them out And before

I see people gettin' mad on CNN Who's right? Democrats or Republicans I don't care, who's right or wrong I know a way, we can all get along Let's take

Brothers and sisters We are here for one reason and one reason alone To share our love of music I present to you, country music without prejudice, hey

Well, I walk into the room Passing out hundred dollar bills And it kills and it thrills Like the horns on my Silverado grill And I buy the bar a double

My brakes are on fire, from trying to slow down I'm always burning my tires And my horn is too loud I catch people staring, looking funny at me When I

(Fergie) All the things I know right now If I only knew back then There's no gettin' over No gettin over' There's just no getting over you [Chris Willis