Si necesita reggaeton dale Sigue bailando mami no pare Acércate a mi pantalón dale Vamos a pegarnos como animales Sexy baila y me deja con las ganas Si te dan ganas de bailar pues dale En esta disco todos somos iguales Te ves bonita con tu swing salvaje

I don't know how it happened And your latest trick It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to

"Can't we be friends?" She's gonna turn me down and say I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams So it seems this is how the story ends Never again and through with love And through with them They play their game without shame And who's to blame? I'll

Make my day Pump, pump the jam I don't want a place to stay Make my, make my, make, make my day Get your boody on the floor tonight Pump it up, yo pump it While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin'

And enjoy this pleasant adventure Here you are, secure and protected In this, your special place Letting my voice flow into your mind You don't need to concentrate Just gently as you go Suggestions are going into your unconscious mind Open yourself up to

Well, well, well So I can die easy The devil's gonna make up my dying bed When it comes to bury me Put a fifth of rum in my hand Might as well come and take my soul 'Cause I can't take it to the promised land Meet me, brother, meet me For I have so much

Where was I before you came around I was drifting, no place to call home Without you lovin' me You give me someone to believe in Staring out the window Watching the night turn into day It's 4 in the morning I've got so many things to say I've been out

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

Papi dijo que mañana como él no trabaja Papi no va a llegar, papi me hace llorar Pero hoy ya es mañana y mi papi no está aquí Que me venía a buscar, e íbamos a jugar Mío es mi papi, mi papi es el mejor Casi siempre la niña en la escuela lo dice en

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each