Been stuck in my head for days now

Stupid ipod Commercials

Artist: Feist.
Album: The Reminder
Title: 1234
One Two Three Four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless long nights
That is what my youth was for

Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing but they want some more
Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, You know who you are

Sweetheart bitterheart now I can tell you apart
Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart
Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie
Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are

One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are
Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are
Oh, who you are
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart

Artist: CSS (Cansei de ser sexy)
Album: (i had a hard enough time finding the song)
Title: Music is my hot, hot sex

From all the drugs the one i like more is music
From all the junks the one i need more is music
From all the boys the one i take home is music
From all the ladies the one i kiss is music (muah!)

Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress

From all the shit the one i gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one i choose is music
From all the drinks the one i get drunk is music
From all the bitches the one i wannabe is music

Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my kingsize bed
Music is where ie meet my friends
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
Music is where i'd like you to touch

Claro-que-sim Fui escoteira-mirim Direto da escola, não Não ia cheirar cola Nem basquete, pebolim O que eu gosto não é de graça O que gosto não é farsa Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum) Perto dele eu podia sentir Saía de seu olho e chegava em mim Sentada do seu lado Eu queria encostar Faria o tigela até o sol raiar Debaixo do lençol Ele gemia em ré bemol Fiquei tensa Mas tava tudo bem Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também

no hablo portugese dont ask, i dont know, oh wait babel fish.

"Clearly-that-yes I was escoteira - mirim Direct of the school, did not go to smell glue Nor basquete, pebolim What I taste is not of favour What taste is not humbug Has guitar, battery, computer leaving sound Some says that higher than an hurricane (rhéum) Close to it I could feel I left its eye and I arrived in me Seated of its side I I wanted to lean I would make the earthen bowl until the sun to come in sight Underneath of the sheet It I moaned in flat reverse speed I was tense But It tava all good is fodão, but I know that I am also" ok still dont know what it says. i give up.