Vaya Liada (feat. Julieta)

I'm writing to say I'm sorry
It's already past five
And I'm thinking about you and me
We'll sort it out in my room

Man, what a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That you look sexy when you’re making a face
Nah, what a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That you only want me when you're feeling wild

Mm, what a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That I look sexy when I’m making a face (mmm)
What a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That I move for you so shamelessly

What a stress
For you, I’d ditch the girls, the gigs, and the cash
I’d give you everything I have, I’d give you more
Because if you leave me, I’ll have nothing left—e-e-e—

I know I’m a brat, you make me act up
But deep down I know you love it when I misbehave (uh)
I dedicate a dance, dance, dance, dance (dance, dance)
I never miss, miss, miss, miss (miss, miss)
I’ve got you behind me, I don’t tell just anyone, uh

Man, what a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That you look sexy when you’re making a face
Nah, what a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That you only want me when you're feeling wild, mm

Mm, what a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That I look sexy when I’m making a face (Mm)
What a mess—what a mess (what a mess)
That I’m left with nothing for you

What a stress
For you, I’d ditch the girls, the gigs, and the cash
I’d give you everything I have, I’d give you more
Because if you leave me, I’ll have nothing left
Mushkinha, you’ve got so much quality

You’ve got the heat, you’ve got the heat
You’re killing me
You’ve got the heat, you’ve got the heat
My heart for my girl

You’ve got the heat, you’ve got the heat
You’re killing me
You’ve got the heat, you’ve got the heat
My heart for my girl

Mushkaa-ya-ya
Mushkinha, Mushkinha, yeah (yeah)
I swear to you, Ju
Mushkinha, what a shame
And I’m going crazy, uh
One hit a year doesn’t hurt (uh)
My heart for my girl