Extraño tu calor, eres un ángel que cayó del cielo No puedo resistir, amarte hasta morir Le pido a mi Dios que me quieras como yo te quiero Te Deseo, Mas Te Deseo WY Records, (eh,eh, eh eh he) W, Yandel, (ho ho) Hyde El verdadero químico

Hey hey. Hey hey, baby, hey. I love you baby, Sure ain't gonna be your dog. Hey hey. You lost your good thing now. My arms around you baby, All I can say is hey. You had me fooled, I found it out somehow.

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Que triste fue decirnos adiós Cuando nos adorábamos más Hasta la golondria emigro Presagiando el final Que triste luce todo sin ti, Lo mares de las playas se van Se tiñen los colores de gris Hoy todo es soledad. No sé, si vuelva a verte después,

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited

Alicia mi compañera que dolor Yo te recuerdo en todas mis parrandas Pobre mi Alicia, Alicia querida Como Dios en la tierra no tiene amigos Como uno no tiene amigos anda en el aire (bis) Tanto le pido why le pido ay hombe Siempre me manda mis males (bis)

High, was the sun when I held him close Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios" I look for my heart It`s perdido I lost it way down in Torito The day the fiesta started

High, was the sun when I held him close Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios" I look for my heart It`s perdido I lost it way down in Torito The day the fiesta started

'Cause when you're a celebrity People think you're cool Just 'cause you're on TV I'll blame it on the fame Being a celebrity It adios reality No matter what you do Someday I'm gonna be famous, do I have talent well no These days you don't really need it

Que se mueran los incrédulos Envidiosos si nos tronchan el destino No lo duden una lengua venenosa Es más mortal que un cuchillo Que caigan todos en abismo Si es que no aceptan nuestro idilio No tienen razón, esto no es correcto Y si se arrepienten No