Bailar hasta quemarnos - Kinky

Bailar… hasta quemarnos, bailemos hasta quemarnos
Y conducimos sobre otra madrugada,
mas rápido que la razón y
aun que el sol nos pegue en la cara,
la noche hace palpitar, el corazón
Bailar… hasta quemarnos,
bailemos hasta quemarnos

La risa se convierte en carcajada,
tu lipstick ya perdió el color
y me convencen de hacer otra pendejada,
algo en tu mirada me da el valor… 

Bailar… hasta quemarnos,
bailemos hasta quemarnos 

Del espejo retrovisor colgamos una bola disco en miniatura
que dispara líneas de sol contra el escudo de mi gafa oscura,
que cura, el sábado en mi cara, su pupila dilatada van… 

Bailar… hasta quemarnos,
bailemos hasta quemarnos

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Piano Man - Billy Joel

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."

la la la, di da da
La la, di di da da dum

Chorus:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us all feelin' all right

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke and he'll light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As his smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessman slowly gets stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody
and you got us all feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about their life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnivore
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Chorus:
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody
and you got us all feeling alright

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