Amigas Celosas

Yeah ma…
Pipe Calderon, Guelo Star the writer of writers

None lives like you
That's why jealousy runs among
Your supposed friends
So close, yet enemies
They turn their backs and quickly throw you down

And I don't know why your friends speak ill of me
Maybe one of them wants me
And they're all jealous of you, mommy

And I don't know why your friends speak ill of me
Maybe one of them wants me
And they're all jealous of you, mommy

Guelo Star, I don't know why they all say I'm not for you
If none of them knows me or knows anything about me, I mean
I think there's a jealous one in your group
One who doesn't want to see you happy and they throw you caution

That they don't even occur in the air
You can't trust anyone anymore, even if they're kind
Not everything that glitters is gold, that's why I adore you
For how simple you are, treasure

And I'll make you fly around the world
Naked, just you and me, there won't be an end
That separates what this sweet heart feels
And if I don't have you, I'll die, I don't know what to do without you
If they take you far away, I cry, I don't know…

And I don't know why your friends speak ill of me
Maybe one of them wants me
And they're all jealous of you, mommy

And I don't know why your friends speak ill of me
Maybe one of them wants me
And they're all jealous of you, mommy

Ma, I'm glad you decided and chose me
Leaving behind those people who are a joke
Those people who only want to destroy you
The same friends of yours who pretend to love you, nah
Don't trust any of them
None knows what love can do
That's why I'll go with you to infinity
Where everything is calm and very beautiful

And I'll make you fly around the world
Naked, just you and me, there won't be an end
That separates what this sweet heart feels
We copied everything from elcorillord.com
And if I don't have you, I'll die, I don't know what to do without you
If they take you far away, I cry, I don't know…

And I don't know why your friends speak ill of me
Maybe one of them wants me
And they're all jealous of you, mommy

And I don't know why your friends speak ill of me
Maybe one of them wants me
And they're all jealous of you, mommy

Ma, it's your turn to be happy, don't listen to any
Of your friends who are jealous
And that happens when they don't want to see you happy, okay

This is the union of Colombia and Puerto Rico
Pipe Calderon from Puerto Rico with
The writer of writers, Guelo Star, the movie men