The Little Drummer Boy (duet w/Ashlee Simpson) - Jessica Simpson

Wa-o, wa-o, wa-o (That side of your bed is still mine) Wa-o, wa-o, wa-o (That side of your bed is still mine) Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night? Everything was such a blur, it didn't come out right All of a sudden it's cold and we're falling apart No, this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive Can't get over it Wa-o, wa-o, wa-o (That side of your bed is still mine) Wa-o, wa-o, wa-o (That side of your bed is still mine) I've never been a fan of long goodbyes I'm at the finish line and you're just way too far behind In the morning, I got in a fight with myself I got the bruises to prove it Then I swallowed your words, and spit them right back out And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive Can't get over it Now it's like a fairytale without a happy ending (Happy ending) But then again maybe we are just pretending Why does it have to be so unfair? Tell me that you care And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it oh Little miss (wooah), little miss (wooah), little miss (wooah), little miss obsessive Little miss (wooah), little miss (wooah), little miss (wooah), little miss obsessive Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive Can't get over it now Wa-o, wa-o, wa-o (That side of your bed is still mine) Wa-o, wa-o, wa-o (That side of your bed is still mine)

Come, they told me Pa rum pum pum pum Our new-born King to see Pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum So to honor Him Pa rum pum pum pum When we come Little baby Pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too Pa rum pum pum pum I have no gift to bring Pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give our King Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Shall I play for you Pa rum pum pum On my drum Mary nodded Pa rum pum pum pum The ox and lamb kept time Pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him Pa rum pum pum I played my best for Him Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Then He smiled at me Pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum

Come, they told me Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Our newborn King to see Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Our finest gifts we bring Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum To lay before the King Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum So to honor Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum When we come Little Baby Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I am a poor boy too Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I have no gift to bring Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum That's fit to give a King Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum Shall I play for You Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum On my drum, Mary nodded Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum The ox and lamb kept time Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I played my drum for Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I played my best for Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum Then He smiled at me Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Me and my drum Come, they told me Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Our newborn King to see Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I have no gift to bring Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum To for give a King Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum So to honor Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum When we come! (Music) Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum All right!

Come, they told me, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum A newborn King to see, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum To lay before the King, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pum So to honor Him, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum When we come Little baby, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I am a poor boy too, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I have no gifts to bring, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum That's fit to give a King, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pum Shall I play for You? Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum On my drum Mary nodded, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum The ox and lamb kept time, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I played my drum for Him, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I played my best for Him, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pum Then He smiled at me, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Me and my drum Come, they told me, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum A newborn King to see, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum To lay before the King, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pum So to honor Him, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum When we come Little baby, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I am a poor boy too, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I have no gifts to bring, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum That's fit to give a King, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pum Shall I play for You? Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum On my drum Mary nodded, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum The ox and lamb kept time, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I played my drum for Him, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum I played my best for Him, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pum Then He smiled at me, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore