Me Gusta

Ah, yeah
I like it
Woh
Don Patricio is in the house
In the damn house
Ah (ah, she doesn't remember anymore)
Ajá, yeah
Ah, I like it because I know it's not good
And it keeps giving me problems
I like it because I'm a mess
I make a living eating melons
Baby, I don't know who you remind me of
But if I look to one side, I know you're on my left
I like it when I tune out the world
And we both think the same shit
Writing some bars on a Sony Xperia
I like it when I think of you sitting on Iberia
I love it when you're so serious
You put me in my place and don't let me get away with anything
I like it when you're studying hard
We have dinner with a reservation or eat miseries
You leave at the best moment
You send me little messages 'Patri, come, come now'

I like it when she finishes classes
When she skips the breathalyzer
I like her seeing me in concert
But I like it more when she rewards me later
I like it when she goes crazy
Playing my songs when she's getting ready
I like her face on Sundays
Because she doesn't put on anything and still looks beautiful
I like going out with friends
Or spending the whole night with her
I like it when she acts tough
Because she pays more attention to my ass than most
I like uncorking bottles
Going out with the boys, toasting to the girl
I like it and in case you don't remember
One day I'll come back, brunette
I keep thinking that everything I do is for you
I keep thinking that you're so far from here
I remember how you used to fall for me
I remember everything I promised you
I like thinking of you in the park at odd hours
I like taking a little break on my own
Mmm, (hey) yes, I'm addicted to you
I like it when things change
I keep thinking that everything I do is for you
I keep thinking that you're so far from here
I remember how you used to fall for me
I remember everything I promised you
I like thinking of you in the park at odd hours
I like taking a little break on my own
Ah, yes, I'm addicted to you
I like it when things change
If you're home alone
Go to the pantry
Pour yourself a drink for me
Like before
And that dress you wore yesterday
Put it on
Girl, put it on
Almost everything I want to do to you
Ends in 'art'
That's why I can't love you, baby
But I can sing to you
Put it on
Mami, put it on
The whole album at night
Naked, with candles, crazy, put it on-oh-oh
Girl, put it on-oh-oh
Mami, put it on-oh-oh
I'm still Don Patricio, mami, ah
Put it on