Dile a El
El Chaval de La Bachata
Tell Him
You tell me
That it always bothers you
That he lives reproaching you
And that you don't answer him
Go and tell him
That you no longer love him
That you have another man
Who is dying for you
Tell him
That you adore me
That I'm your gynecologist
When we're alone
Don't let him come back
Tell him that you're mine
It's the best advice
That you would give him
Tell him
That I'm the playboy
Of your scenes
That everything is over
Tell him that I won the war
Tell him that you're my drug
That I'm already addicted to your body
That nothing controls me
If I don't receive doses of your kisses
And that it drives you crazy
The immense control between my legs
That I'm your relief
And the 911 of your emergency
You tell him
That you adore me
That I'm your gynecologist
When we're alone
Don't let him come back
Tell him that you're mine
It's the best advice
That you would give him
Tell him
That I'm the playboy
Of your scenes
That everything is over
Tell him that I won the war
Tell him that you're my drug
That I'm already addicted to your body
That nothing controls me
If I don't receive doses of your kisses
And that it drives you crazy
The immense control between my legs
That I'm your relief
And the 911 of your emergency
Tell him that you're my drug
That I'm already addicted to your body
That nothing controls me
If I don't receive doses of your kisses
And that it drives you crazy
The immense control between my legs
That I'm your relief
And the 911 of your emergency
