Chata Bonita - Pepe Aguilar

Mas terca que siete mulas

Es la chata que yo quiero.

Es cierto que esta rechula

Pero nada toma en serio.

Por mas que le hago la lucha

No he podido darle un beso.

Pero mi paciencia es mucha

Y se que va a jalar parejo.

No tengo ninguna duda

Que no hay otra flor mas bella.

Para romper corazones,

No hay ninguna como ella.

Ni hablar de sus lindos ojos

Que le brillan como estrellas.

Se me ha metido en el alma

Y por las noches me desvela.

Chata bonita,

Ya acaba con mis pesares

Tan solo dime que si Pa' ir comprando los ajuares.

Chata bonita,

Yo no ando con falsedades

Me estoy muriendo por ti Ya te miro en los altares.

No tengo ninguna duda

Que no hay otra flor mas bella.

Para romper corazones,

No hay ninguna como ella.

Ni hablar de sus lindos ojos

Que le brillan como estrellas.

Se me ha metido en el alma

Y por las noches me desvela.

Chata bonita,

Ya acaba con mis pesares

Tan solo dime que si Pa' ir comprando los ajuares.

Chata bonita,

Yo no ando con falsedades

Me estoy muriendo por ti Ya te miro en los altares.

More stubborn than seven mules

It is the flat that I want.

It is true that this rechula

But nothing takes seriously.

As much as I fight

I haven't been able to kiss him.

But my patience is a lot

And I know it's going to pull evenly.

I do not have any doubt

That there is no other flower more beautiful.

to break hearts,

There is none like her.

Not to mention her pretty eyes

They shine like stars.

She has gotten into my soul

And at night she keeps me awake.

pretty girl,

She already ends my sorrows

Just tell me yes to go buy the trousseau.

pretty girl,

I do not walk with falsehoods

I'm dying for you I already see you at the altars.

I do not have any doubt

That there is no other flower more beautiful.

to break hearts,

There is none like her.

Not to mention her pretty eyes

They shine like stars.

She has gotten into my soul

And at night she keeps me awake.

pretty girl,

It's over with my sorrows

Just tell me yes to go buy the trousseau.

pretty girl,

I do not walk with falsehoods

I'm dying for you I already see you at the altars.