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Ooow!! (da ba da, da ba da)
(Yahaa!!) Este ritmo cha cha que nacio en la Habana recordando a Mozart sinfonia en sol menor There was a girl called Conchita. She was a hot bonita. All the boys wanted to meet her. And that is how the story goes. She never ever said no, no no! She tells the boys let's go go. To a place that only she knows. And that is how the story goes. Oh, no, no, no, Conchita! Why you running for your life? You could stop, it would not kill you. But you're running to survive (Oh yeah) Da ba dee, da ba dee, da ba dee, ooh Da ba dee,C'est la vie, mon amour (mon amour!) Da ba dee, da ba dee, da ba dada C'est la vie, ma petite, ooh la la! There was a girl called Conchita. She had a hot colita. Now she's old, nobody greets her. And that is how the story goes. She's not the one she used to. All the beauty's gone. But I always will remember. You and me just having fun. (Yahaa!!) Este ritmo cha cha que nacio en la Habana recordando a Mozart sinfonia en sol menor Da ba dee, da ba dee, da ba dee, ooh Da ba dee, C'est la vie, mon amour (mon amour!) Da ba dee, da ba dee, da ba dada C'est la vie, ma petite, ooh la la! Oh, no, no, no, Conchita! She was a hot, hot bonita. Oh, no, no, no, Conchita! But you're running to survive. And that is how the story goes. (go, go, goes) (da ba da, da ba da) |
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La la la, la la la, la la (Bachata)
La la la, la la la, la la Everybody wants and likes the party Everybody wants to be someone Nobody ever tried to rock it They stopped when they were born Girls just want to find the real love Guys just want to get a bone You just want to have my number But I wanna take you home (Bachata) (Bachata) Everybody wants to do (Bachata) It's hot cause you play (Bachata) Spank me baby (Bachata) Alibi: Uhh what a boy (Bachata), ride me tonight Uhh what a boy (Bachata)(la la la, la la la, la la) Uhh what a boy (Bachata), kiss me tonight Uhh what a boy (la la la, la la la, la la) Everybody wants to do the bachata Everybody wants to get on down Nobody wants to pay my duty Nobody wants to hit the Oh no no no here we go go To a place that they don't know know Oh no no no no no no Baby here we here we go Sing Alibi: Uhh what a boy (Bachata), ride me tonight Uhh what a boy (Bachata)(la la la, la la la, la la) Uhh what a boy (Bachata), kiss me tonight Uhh what a boy (Bachata)(la la la, la la la, la la) ha ha ha (Bachata) ha ha ha (Bachata) Ladies sing Alibi: Uhh what a boy (Bachata), ride me tonight Uhh what a boy (Bachata)(la la la, la la la, la la) Uhh what a boy (Bachata), kiss me tonight Uhh what a boy (Bachata)(la la la, la la la, la la) Hit me, hit me |
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| 3:12 |
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You wanna be Americano
Americano, Americano In Paris or Napoli You wanna be Americano Americano, Americano In Japan or Italy I'd like to spend my cash I'd like to be first class I'd like to be on top And I never gonna stop I started washing dishes Now I'm flipping blue chips I only eat delicious Always kissing two lips A true VIP Tell me what's your price You wanna sue me? I will sue you twice! You can be a movie star in a Cadillac Who shot the rocket to the moon and back? Where do you get from the bottom to the top? And where do you shop nonstop? You wanna be Americano Americano, Americano In Paris or Napoli You wanna be Americano Americano, Americano In Japan or Italy I'd like to spend my cash I'd like to be first class I'd like to be on top And I never gonna stop You wanna be Americano Americano, Americano In Paris or Napoli I'd like to spend my cash To be first class I'd like to be on top I patrol the streets in my AMG Benz Now come on over, baby Listen, I set the trends I got a lot of shares I multiply my money I'm asking you who cares My life is full of money You can be a movie star in a Cadillac Who shot the rocket to the moon and back? Where do you get from the bottom to the top? And where do you shop nonstop? You wanna be Americano Americano, Americano In Paris or Napoli You wanna be Americano Americano, Americanananano In Japan or Italy I'd like to spend my cash I want to be first class And I never gonna stop You wanna be Americano Americano, Americano I'd like to spend my cash To be first class I'd like to be on top |
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| 3:42 |
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| 3:18 |
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| 3:49 |
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Ladies and gentleman
This is Mambo Number Five One two three four five Everybody in the car so come on let's ride To the liquor store around the corner The boys said he want some gin and juice But I really don't wanna Get a buzz like I had last week I must stay Me Cuz talk is cheap I like Angela Pamela Sandra and Rita And as they continue you know they Gettin' sweeter So what can I do I really Thank you my Lord To me flirting is just like a sport Anything fly it's all good let me jump in and send In the trumpet A little bit of Monica in my life A little bit of Erica by my side A little bit of Rita's all I need A little bit of Tina is what I seek A little bit of Sandra in the sun A little bit of Mary all night long A little bit of Jessica here I am A little bit of you makes me your man Mambo Number Five Jump up and down And move it all around Shake your hand to the sound Put your hands on the ground Take one step left and one step right One to the front and one to the side Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice And if it looks like this then you're doing it right Trumpet the trumpet Mambo Number Five Ha ha ha I'd do all to fall in love with a girl like you Cuz You can't run and you can't hide You and me gonna touch the sky Mambo Number Five |
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