MySpace (part. Don Omar)

I keep looking for you (W & Yandel)
Turn it up, you're listening to Los Bandoleros Reloaded! (Aha)

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore, I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? I don't know about her (how?!)

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone (waiting for her), I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? I don't know about her (listen to the story) (Yandel!)

I fell in love with a completely imaginary woman
That with a couple of letters, penetrated my heart
No explanation (no explanation) (aha)
She disappeared (she disappeared) (I can't find her anymore)

Playing with my heart (eh, eh)
She even changed her name
He doesn't even leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, reply

Playing with my heart (eh, eh)
She even changed her name
He doesn't even leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, answer (now!)

I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (ra!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (hard!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (Don!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (ra!)

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore, I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? (Uh-huh) I don't know about her (how?!)

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't leave a text message (I don't know about her), I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore (aha), I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? I don't know about her (hey, hey, baby)

Come on, turn on the computer and be the author
Of passion, of desire for various hours
Temptress of heart (aha)
Wisin cries at night, not seeing you, pierces my soul (hard!)
And I keep looking for you, and you don't appear, my love grows and grows
But sometimes the one who suffers the least is the one who deserves it
I'm still here crying for months (comes back)
So that the suffering stops
I only have one photo left
I get exhausted day by day, I trot slowly with a broken heart
He has the remote control of my life
And I'm drunk and crazy for you (Don!)

I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore, I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? (Uh-huh) I don't know about her (how?!)

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her (King Don Omar)
She doesn't even leave a text message (again making history), I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore (dialing history), I don't know anything about her
Did she look for someone else? I don't know about her

Essential
Wisin & Yandel, the duo of history
The king
Simple
Get used to living behind the shadows (the secret weapon)
With an objective as imposing as ours
Nely!
Eliel (the king)
W, W & Yandel (oh, ha!)
W & Yandel (pick up your suitcase)
The king
W & Yandel (hard!)
Never think about doing it
Children, we recommend that you do not practice what you have heard in your home
It's not going to work out for you