Atras de mi

Cheka!
Tazmania!
Bimo Y
Baby Rasta!.....

Mommy tell me you don't want me
because I know
you just want to control me and
you can never listen to me
now I have to leave..

I know I'm going to lose her
I know I won't have her
although I know she's my woman
When will I learn..

When one is good, no one wants you
When one is bad, they always call you
When I leave, don't come looking for me
stand behind me X2

I don't know how much I have to endure
I think my head is going to explode
you taught me to love and you didn't teach me to forget

tell me how you want me so I can change it

if more good... the good bad
here by my side, in other arms imagining that another man is touching you, me begging

for you to come back to me, because living without you
is to die... to die without laughing...

to die without being happy, and that my heart for you
leaves you already
and you're not there for you... you're not here for me
instead of being happy

now I have to leave..

I know I'm going to lose her
I know I won't have her
although I know she's my woman
When will I learn..

When one is good, no one wants you
When one is bad, they always call you
When I leave, don't come looking for me
stand behind me.. X2

That I can't be with her, that in her
I can't trust X4

When one is good, no one wants you
When one is bad, they always call you
When I leave, don't come looking for me
stand behind me.. X2

And don't look behind me
Julio Acosta Pa'
Baby Rasta Y Gringo!
Cheka!
Tazmania!
From Puerto Rico.. to
Havana