The World Plays Here

(She left and she never called) caught a one-way flight to somewhere still unknown; changed her country and her language, left my voice alone, deleted every photo... and she blocked my phone! Says she doesn't hear me now, says the story's gone; says it all was oh-so-good... but she's moving on... turned the radio to French... guess who sings in French? C'mon; switched it off, switched it on... and my voice kept on. Bad idea running to a world where I'm the one: zarza dot com — the world plays here. And where does the world dance? (RIGHT HERE!) And where does she dance? (RIGHT HERE!) And where does the world play? (RIGHT-HERE!) RIGHT-HERE... RIGHT-HERE... ZARZA RADIO! RIGHT-HERE... RIGHT-HERE... The world plays here! (DeeJay, DJ, DeeJay!) Morning breaks in Tokyo and she can't sleep, it's clear, flips the radio to Japanese... and hears me smile ear to ear; down in Rio, hits the beach to make me disappear, and the whole beach starts to sing it: "the world plays here!" In Berlin she asks the DJ for a song she needs to hear, and he drops the very one she tried to ban last year; (DeeJay, DJ, DeeJay!) eight new languages she learned so she would never hear: zarza dot com — the world plays here. THE WORLD PLAYS HERE! (where at?) THE WORLD PLAYS HERE! (right here!) Eight languages, loud and clear, Zarza Radio: the world plays here. I never went to look for her: the radio ran the show, any station she turns on, I'm the only voice they know; she called me after midnight — sorry, had to let it go: I was live across the planet... the planet where we met, you know. She traded me for the whole wide world... and the world said "run the show"; this hit is my confession: wherever she goes, it goes. I don't mourn her, I celebrate — even heartbreak caught the glow: for the kisses that I gave her... and the ones she'll never know. (What's she like?) INTERNATIONAL! (who?) INTERNATIONAL! (her!) Out there dining with them all, my dear: where Zarza Radio's playing... my Ex… ("she don't remember me"… ha!) And if you're hearing this right now... in Tokyo or Paris, easy... it's not for you... (well... it is). You wanted a world without me... and the world said no: in all eight of your new languages... I'm the show... (me... me... here...) (DeeJay, DJ, DeeJay!) Oh-oh-oh-oh! (Zarza!) Oh-oh-oh-oh! (Radio!) Oh-oh-oh-oh! (the whole wide world!) (DeeJay, DJ, DeeJay!) Hola! Hello! Bonjour! Olá! Ciao! Hallo! Konnichiwa! Marhaba! (that's how you say "hello"... everywhere you're gonna hear me) And where does the world dance? (RIGHT HERE!) And where does she dance? (RIGHT HERE!) And where does the world play? (RIGHT-HERE!) (she was always the most beautiful...) RIGHT-HERE... RIGHT-HERE... ZARZA RADIO! RIGHT-HERE... RIGHT-HERE... The world plays here! THE WORLD PLAYS HERE! (where at?) THE WORLD PLAYS HERE! (right here!) INTERNATIONAL! (her!) Zarza Radio: the world plays here. Last call of the night, Zarza Radio booth, she said: "I'm calling from Paris... could you play that song... by the one who won't forget me, the one who sings in eight languages?" I knew her from the very first word... And you know what I did? (Play, Play, Play) I hit play! This one's dedicated, my love: zarza dot com... the world plays here! (and you... always knew)