Mi Rumbita Pa' Tus Pies (Remix)

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My Little Rumba for Your Feet (Remix)

(Oh, how hard it is)
There's no more American rock
The English pop doesn't play anymore
(What's up, beautiful)
(Come on, Melendi, oh)
No one steals newspapers anymore
There's nothing to hide (tight, tight)
And what's hot on the radio (oh Milindri)
My little rumba for your feet

There's no more American rock
The English pop doesn't play anymore
And what's hot on the radio (wow)
My little rumba for your feet
No one steals newspapers anymore
There's nothing to hide (beautiful, come on Melendi)
Christmas was invented, how tight the English cut is

A cat has seven lives
I count a hundred like one
I never get tired of talking there
Hey, I'll eat you too
Big Brother is over
Open a good French champagne
And the best part of the whole show
Was the girlfriend of a guy named Nes

And yesterday I saw the Sun
All burnt out in the unemployment office
Crying because your gaze shines brighter than his skin

There's no more American rock
The English pop doesn't play anymore
And what's hot on the radio
My little rumba for your feet
No one steals newspapers anymore
There's nothing to hide
Christmas was invented by the English cut
(That cool little trumpet!)

And a basket was born a hundred years ago
An old fogey once said
That because of these verses
Someone can't stop working

When we were kids
We used to play imitating 'Blue Summer'
I always wanted to be Pancho
Hey, who did you want to be?

And yesterday I saw the Sun
All burnt out in the unemployment office
Crying because your gaze shines brighter than his skin

There's no more American rock
The English pop doesn't play anymore
And what's hot on the radio
My little rumba for your feet
No one steals newspapers anymore
There's nothing to hide
Christmas was invented by the English cut
(And now the guitar solo)

And yesterday I saw the Sun
All burnt out in the unemployment office
Crying because your gaze shines brighter than his skin
(Tell my girl)

There's no more American rock
The English pop doesn't play anymore
Oh, you're going to eat up my career
Just kidding
No one steals newspapers anymore
There's nothing to hide
Christmas was invented, tight, very tight, by the English cut (yes)

There's no more American rock
The English pop doesn't play anymore
And what's hot on the radio
My little rumba for your feet
No one steals newspapers anymore
There's nothing to hide
Christmas was invented by the English cut

There's no more American rock
The English pop doesn't play anymore
And what's hot on the radio
My little rumba for your feet

  1. Tu Jardín Con Enanitos
  2. Un Violinista En Tu Tejado
  3. Saraluna
  4. Cheque Al Portamor
  5. Pan Para Yolanda (feat. Aymée Nuviola)
  6. El Informe del Forense
  7. Cenizas en la Eternidad
  8. Lagrimas Desordenadas
  9. El Único Habitante de Tu Piel (feat. Carlos Rivera)
  10. Destino o Casualidad (feat. Ha*Ash)
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