Don't Look Back
Too many lovers, too many evils
Too many high class kinds of people
I've got soul, I've got loving
I know people who are just good for nothing
Too many soldiers with their backs against the wall
I'm as good as many and so much better than most
Too many people, oh so many
'Cos they've got money, think they've got plenty
That's not so, guess we all know
Think that every street is paved with gold
You know 'Mr Hobo' sleeps out in the road
He's as good as many and so much better than most
It doesn't really matter what you are
You could go nowhere or you could go far
'Cos there's no need to hide inside your shell
You're what you are so try and be yourself-oh yeh
Jump back, baby jump back
Don't look back, baby don't look back
Jump back, baby jump back
Don't look back, I said baby....
No mires atrás
Demasiados amantes, demasiados males
Demasiados tipos de alta clase de personas
Tengo alma, tengo amor
Conozco gente que no sirve para nada
Demasiados soldados con la espalda contra la pared
Soy tan bueno como muchos y mucho mejor que la mayoría
Demasiada gente, oh tantos
Porque tienen dinero, piensan que tienen mucho
Eso no es así, supongo que todos lo sabemos
Piensan que cada calle está pavimentada de oro
Sabes que 'Mr. Hobo' duerme en la calle
Es tan bueno como muchos y mucho mejor que la mayoría
Realmente no importa lo que seas
Puedes no ir a ningún lado o puedes ir lejos
Porque no hay necesidad de esconderte dentro de tu caparazón
Eres lo que eres, así que intenta ser tú mismo-oh sí
Retrocede, nena retrocede
No mires atrás, nena no mires atrás
Retrocede, nena retrocede
No mires atrás, dije nena....