Báilame - Nacho

Uh, oh, uh, oh

Yeah, yeah

La criatura, bebé

El movimiento en tu cintura es mágico

Cómo yo quisiera tenerlo en íntimo

De tus caderas me siento un fanático

Ya este deseo está en estado crítico

En mi intención hay objetivos tácitos

En la locura un sentimiento implícito

Con las miradas comprenderlo es práctico

Quiero mojarme con tus labios místicos

Con tu figura que me atrapa-trapa

Con esas curvas que me matan-matan

Una mirada que me ataca-taca

Y unas ganas que me delatan (uh, oh!)

Con tu figura que me atrapa-trapa

Con esas curvas que me matan-matan

Una mirada que me ataca-taca

Y unas ganas que me delatan (uh, oh!)

Báilame

Con esa boca bésame

Con ese cuerpo arrópame

Con tus manos siénteme

Báilame

Con un besito mójame

Con tu cintura gozaré

Con ese swing atrápame

Suben las ganas tú bailando, seduciéndome

Imaginar que nuestros cuerpos están sintiéndose

Al ritmo de la música, jugando y conociéndose

Bailando y fusionándose

En fuego van prendiéndose

Quiero bailar contigo esta canción

Con el volumen al máximo

Y la cordura en el mínimo

Con tu figura que me atrapa-trapa

Con esas curvas que me matan-matan

Una mirada que me ataca-taca

Y unas ganas que me delatan (uh, oh!)

Con tu figura que me atrapa-trapa

Con esas curvas que me matan-matan

Una mirada que me ataca-taca

Y unas ganas que me delatan (uh, oh!)

Báilame

Con esa boca bésame

Con ese cuerpo arrópame

Con tus manos siénteme

Báilame

Con un besito mójame

Con tu cintura gozaré

Con ese swing atrápame

El movimiento en tu cintura es mágico

Cómo yo quisiera tenerlo en íntimo

De tus caderas me siento un fanático

Ya este deseo está en estado crítico

En mi intención hay objetivos tácitos

En la locura, un sentimiento implícito

Con las miradas comprenderlo es práctico

Quiero mojarme con tus labios místicos

Con tu figura que me atrapa-trapa

Con esas curvas que me matan-matan

Una mirada que me ataca-taca

Y unas ganas que me delatan (uh, oh!)

Con tu figura que me atrapa-trapa

Con esas curvas que me matan-matan

Una mirada que me ataca-taca

Y unas ganas que me delatan (uh, oh!)

Báilame

Con esa boca, bésame

Con ese cuerpo, arrópame

Con tus manos, siénteme

Báilame

Con un besito, mójame (un besito en la boca!)

Con tu cintura, gozaré (tu cintura que provoca)

Con ese swing, atrápame

Báilame-e-e

oh oh oh oh

yeah yeah

The creature, baby

The movement in your waist is magical

How I would like to have it intimate

Of your hips I feel like a fanatic

Already this desire is in critical condition

In my intention there are unspoken goals

In madness an implicit feeling

With the looks to understand it is practical

I want to get wet with your mystical lips

With your figure that traps me

With those curves that kill-kill me

A look that attacks-attacks me

And a desire that betrays me (uh, oh!)

With your figure that traps me

With those curves that kill-kill me

A look that attacks-attacks me

And a desire that betrays me (uh, oh!)

Dance me

with that mouth kiss me

with that body tuck me in

With your hands feel me

Dance me

With a little kiss wet me

I will enjoy with your waist

With that swing catch me

The desire rises you dancing, seducing me

Imagine that our bodies are feeling

To the rhythm of music, playing and getting to know each other

Dancing and merging

In fire they light up

I want to dance with you this song

With the volume at maximum

And sanity at a minimum

With your figure that traps me

With those curves that kill-kill me

A look that attacks-attacks me

And a desire that betrays me (uh, oh!)

With your figure that traps me

With those curves that kill-kill me

A look that attacks-attacks me

And a desire that betrays me (uh, oh!)

Dance me

with that mouth kiss me

with that body tuck me in

With your hands feel me

Dance me

With a little kiss wet me

I will enjoy with your waist

With that swing catch me

The movement in your waist is magical

How I would like to have it intimate

Of your hips I feel like a fanatic

Already this desire is in critical condition

In my intention there are unspoken goals

In madness, an implicit feeling

With the looks to understand it is practical

I want to get wet with your mystical lips

With your figure that traps me

With those curves that kill-kill me

A look that attacks-attacks me

And a desire that betrays me (uh, oh!)

With your figure that traps me

With those curves that kill-kill me

A look that attacks-attacks me

And a desire that betrays me (uh, oh!)

Dance me

With that mouth, kiss me

With that body, tuck me in

With your hands, feel me

Dance me

With a little kiss, wet me (a little kiss on the mouth!)

With your waist, I will enjoy (your waist that provokes)

With that swing catch me

Dance me-e-e