Ricky Jamaraz – Everything Makes Sense

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Well, you’re better, better, better than me
At almost everything we do, you see
I don’t mind, I let you win
Just to see you smile
I’m lying, love’s an excuse
I’m simply bad at the things that we do
I don’t mind
Maybe you could teach me sometime
I don’t mind
Maybe you could teach me sometime

You’re better, better, better to me
In a crowd I’m so proud
You’re all I see
You’re better, bеtter, baby you’re so sweet
And you’re thе subject of my dreams
You’re the subject of my dreams
Come on!
Woo-hoo!

Well it’s embarra, embarra, embarrassing
You keep on beating me at everything
I don’t mind as long as you
Let me win some times
And I love that little laugh that you do
It’s contagious so I laugh too
Everything makes sense for once, I said
Everything makes sense for once, yeah

You’re better, better, better to me
In a crowd I’m so proud (so proud!)
You’re all I see
You’re better, better, baby you’re so sweet
And you’re the subject of my dreams

You’re better, better, better to me
In a crowd I’m so proud (so proud!)
You’re all I see (yeah!)
You’re better, better, baby you’re so sweet
And you’re the subject of my dreams
You’re the subject of my dreams
Come on!

She looks like a dream I had
Or a fantasy
Probably
Her eyes are like looking
Inside a crystal ball
Everything makes sense for once

You’re better, better, better than me (higher!)
You’re better, better, better than me (higher!)

You’re better, better, better than me
In a crowd I’m so proud (so proud!)
You’re all I see (yeah, it’s true!)
You’re better, better, baby you’re so sweet
And you’re the subject of my dreams (woo-hoo!)
You’re better, better, better than me
In a crowd I’m so proud
You’re all I see
You’re better, better, baby you’re so sweet
And you’re the subject of my dreams
You’re the subject of my dreams