Los Hombres Tienen La Culpa (feat. Don Omar)

If my guilt
Is for a good reason
If I give myself to love, babe
Then let them blame me
(Oh, well, the blame's on me)

First it was Adam
Showing weakness for the love of his life
Blinded by love
That woman led him to the forbidden fruit
In full nakedness, innocent at the same time
The persistent rib
Faced temptation that cost him dearly
That simple bite

That's when it started
When the woman of my life took control
Constantly in the struggle
To see her satisfied
She, with her subtle way, shows her gratitude
And that's when, filled with love, you hand over the wheel that drives your life

Men are to blame
Because they lose their reason
I know we’re to blame, temptation conquers us
Men are to blame
For this whole situation
So let them blame me for giving myself to love

And it’s no coincidence
That our weakness
Is you all from outside
And don’t listen to anyone’s advice
Hurt whoever it hurts
After feeling love, fire, and passion
Control doesn’t matter
And in a nest of love, it should be the warmth
Of a complete surrender

And if you manage to get that woman to love and understand you
Then who dares to seek
Temporary caresses?
Tell me if the guilt is for a good reason
Is it that I give myself to love?
Then let them blame me

Men are to blame
Because they lose their reason
I know we’re to blame, temptation conquers us
Men are to blame
For this whole situation
So let them blame me for giving myself to love
So let them blame me for giving myself to love

Hey Don, there’s no cock-a-doodle-doo that matters
When the hen shows up that brings you to your knees
Master, when that one appears
There’s no break for anyone

If my guilt
Is for a good reason
If I give myself to love, babe
Then let them blame me

Because I like love
And I like women
And love dominates me
I have no doubt about that

If my guilt
Is for a good reason
If I give myself to love, babe
Then let them blame me

And I let myself go with a rhythm
I don’t let myself be led by a heart
I let myself go if I see her dance
Salsa with reggaeton
(Ask Don)

You know, Daddy
That’s the master Santa Rosas
The cock-a-doodle-doos
This isn’t a game for little kids
This is for grown folks
I told you the cock-a-doodle-doos
Couldn’t be complete without the Don
And the gentleman
(You know)
(See him)

Blame me for the guilt, I won’t deny it
Hey, when I see some pretty eyes
What a heart I feel, where, I feel where

Blame me for the guilt, I won’t deny it
I won’t deny that I like to look
At a tight little skirt, in her lovely walk
That I won’t deny

Blame me for the guilt, I won’t deny it
But don’t look any further, the blame’s on me
(I won’t deny it)
Because anyone can fall in love
Fall in love
Fall in love
Men are to blame
For this whole situation
So let them blame me
For giving myself to love
So let them blame me
For giving myself to love