Only you can make me happy, happy Only you can make me happy, so happy Only you can make me happy, happy, happy Only you can make me happy, so happy
Tradução: Superficie. Feliz.
y'all I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y'all Screaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!" And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing
Getting through to her Getting through to her Getting through to her Sometimes when I call She tells me things that were not her fault And her surface
tears in the rain burning spears in my brain cause me pain sometimes make me drained but I cannot complain - mad the ugly good and bad had some happy
for happy endings So much for miracles So much for trusting you it feels so typical I miss you We were picture perfect Flawless on the surface We were
of rape Full of self hate Lost in the affection to strangers around you Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about you Thought you were happy
: words by jason mraz & ariel quirolo music by jason mraz our friends on the front porch telling jokes and they swing swiftly towards happier times
, places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is But girlfriend, work
be at, places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is But girlfriend
magic and we didn't die This time the words that you should follow went you're inside We want you inside Because you're inside But the monster was happy
and we didn?t die It's not my words that you should follow, it's your insight Insight...(You trust your) I bet the monster was a-happy when we made him
in a happy a dream in the passage your time chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by Questions lie beneath the surface
to the wreckage Until I got the message Hanging at the edge of the room Give me something to dream Give me half of your bitterest pill Something from under the surface
that old song That i had like that old girl i was wrong And its sad if i spit i will cuss you Is that bad cause i really did trust you If the thought ever surfaced
you know how much I like that I think that we will need to relax And I know you want me All the time and everywhere A happy surface but the underbelly