A lynx ( /ˈlɪŋks/; plural lynx or lynxes) is any of the four species within the Lynx genus of medium-sized wildcats. The name "lynx" originated in Middle English via Latin from Greek word "λύγξ", derived from the Indo-European root "*leuk-", meaning "light, brightness", in reference to the luminescence of its reflective eyes. There is considerable confusion about the best way to classify felids at present, and some authorities classify them as part of the genus Felis.
Neither the caracal, sometimes called the Persian lynx or African lynx, nor the jungle cat, called the swamp lynx, is a member of the Lynx genus.
Lynx have short tails and characteristic tufts of black hair on the tips of their ears. They have a ruff under the neck, which has black bars (not very visible), resembling a bow tie. They have large, padded paws for walking on snow, and long whiskers on the face.
Their body colour varies from medium brown to goldish to beige-white; and occasionally, is marked with dark brown spots, especially on the limbs. All species of lynx also have white fur on their chests, bellies and on the insides of their legs, which are extensions of the chest and belly fur. Also, the lynx's colouring, fur height and paw size varies by its climate range—in the Southwestern United States, the fur and colour are short-haired, dark and the paws are smaller and less padded; as the lynx ranges to its colder northern climates, the fur gets progressively thicker (for warmth), the colour gets lighter (for camouflage) and its paws enlarge and become more padded (for snowy environments). The paws may become larger than a human hand or foot.
Peter Gene Hernandez (born October 8, 1985), better known by his stage name Bruno Mars, is an American singer-songwriter and record producer. Raised in Honolulu, Hawaii by a family of musicians, Mars began making music at a young age. He performed in various musical venues in his hometown throughout his childhood. He graduated from high school and then moved to Los Angeles, California to pursue a musical career. Mars produced songs for other artists, joining production team The Smeezingtons.
Mars had an unsuccessful stint with Motown Records, but then signed with Atlantic Records in 2009. He became recognized as a solo artist after lending his vocals and co-writing the hooks for the songs "Nothin' on You" by B.o.B, and "Billionaire" by Travie McCoy. He also co-wrote the hits "Right Round" by Flo Rida featuring Ke$ha, and "Wavin' Flag" by K'naan. In October 2010, he released his debut album, Doo-Wops & Hooligans. Anchored by the worldwide number-one singles "Just the Way You Are" and "Grenade", the album peaked at number three on the Billboard 200. Mars was nominated for seven Grammys at the 53rd Grammy Awards, winning Best Male Pop Vocal Performance for "Just the Way You Are".
You're an island of a girl
A drift in a world with the rising tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride
With your alters made of trash
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what machines provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone even though it sounds kind of rough
Just a little something to remember me by
You're an ocean of a girl
Surrounding a world with a blackening tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy tide
With your alters made of bones
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what dreams provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
You're an island of a girl
A drift in a world with the rising tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy ride
With your alters made of trash
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what machines provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone even though it sounds kind of rough
Just a little something to remember me by
You're an ocean of a girl
Surrounding a world with a blackening tide
You know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy tide
With your alters made of bones
The aftermath of disposable dreams
You know you were born for more than what dreams provide
I would write you a song that sounds like
A faded photograph of your favorite night
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Play it on your phone if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by
You could sing along if you like it enough
Just a little something to remember me by
Young blood
Stick it out
Face or palms to the sun
Run through the muck for you
Fill your bucket from the river
Oh love
Pick it up
I got your back and front and sides
These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
Ooh ooh ooh
Young Blood
She opened her arms
Her arms to the world
The world
Bent down to remind her
To open her ears
Her ears
To the sound
The sound of the song that would define her
She opened her eyes
Her eyes
To the gaze
Of the face of the stranger who helped her
No longer held captive
A captive
To the race
He erased the chains that compelled her
Young blood
Stick it out
Face or palms to the sun
Run through the muck for you
Fill your bucket from the river
Oh love
Pick it up
I got your back and front and sides
These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
She opened her arms
Her arms to the world
The world
Bent down to remind her
To open her ears
Her ears
To the sound
The sound of the song that would define her
She opened her eyes
Her eyes
To the gaze
Of the face of the stranger who helped her
No longer held captive
A captive
To the race
He erased the chains that compelled her
Young blood
Stick it out
Face or palms to the sun
Run through the muck for you
Fill your bucket from the river
Oh love
Pick it up
I got your back and front and sides
These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh
Young blood
Ooh ooh ooh
I want to get you in my skin
Shining like the ocean
Only then can I awake
And feel myself begin
I want to fight for my own strength
Cracking through the pavements
Bones of harmony
And fleshing running to see
My skeleton of stone
My heart of burning bone
My rapturous tone
My aching for home
My dancing on my tomb
My butterfly wings are sewn
My aching for home
If you want my spirit hold
Release me let me go
Only then can I awake
To wreck my own payroll
I want to the freedom to devour
Every precious hour
Like it is the only reason for what I'm feeling
My skeleton of stone
My heart of burning bone
My rapturous tone
My aching for home
My dancing on my tomb
My butterfly wings are sewn
My aching for home
I want to get you in my skin
Shining like the ocean
Only then can I awake
And feel myself begin
I want to fight for my own strength
Cracking through the pavements
Bones of harmony
And fleshing running to see
My skeleton of stone
My heart of burning bone
My rapturous tone
My aching for home
My dancing on my tomb
My butterfly wings are sewn