Someday baby, I ain't gonna worry my life no more Oh Lord, Lordy Lord, it hurts me so bad for us to part You're on my mind every place I go How much I love you, baby you'll never know So many mornings since you've been gone I'm on my knees prayin' to you

I'm in love with your body Come on, be my baby, come on I'm in love with the shape of you Every day discovering something brand new Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I We push and pull like a magnet do Although my heart is falling, too And now my bedsheets smell like

Dámelo papi chulo Baby, back back back it up Oh, my gosh oh, my gah I love it when you drop it down You turn around and make it bounce Boom boom, mami mami mami Ain't nothing fake on you You so so real (so real)

Báilame (Ieh Ieh) Con tu figura que me atrapa, atrapa Con esas curvas que me matan, matan Una mirada que me ataca, ataca Unas ganas que me delatan (Oh oh) Con esa boca bésame Con ese cuerpo arrópame Con tus manos siénteme "El Capitán" Yandel

You can rely on the old man's money 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway Say money but it won't get you too far You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far Get you too far It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far

Esto no me gusta Es que yo sin ti, y tú sin mí Dime quién puede ser feliz Te estaba buscando Por la calle gritando Esto me está matando, oh no Dime si es verdad Me dijeron que te estás casando

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she warbles as she flies Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds And she never holler cuckoo 'Til the 4th day of July Well, I've known you of old Well, you've robbed my poor pockets Of the silver and the gold I'm goin'

You're out of touch I'm out of time When you're not around But I'm out of my head Out of touch Out of time And soul really matters to me Out of touch Shake it up is all that we know

Hey lady, you got the love I need Maybe more than enough Oh darling, darling, darling Walk a while with me Ohh, you've got so much, so much, so much Many have I loved, and many times been bitten Many times I've gazed along the open road Many times I've

Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good