U know me a bit more
Than (u know) your own family
How I’m spending my free time
And my favourite song
You collect my photos
The ones who appear in magazines
You don’t get tired of telling
Your best friend
That you spend
Every minute thinking about me
Always you are the first one who comes
The last one who leaves the concert
Doesn’t matter if people see u crying
They won’t understand what u feel inside
You become crazy when you hear me singing
So much that you loose your conscience
Super concentrated in your ocupacion
Super fanatic full-time
Look how this bachata sounds
U know so much that
now is part of your routine
Studying every rumour
And the new gossip of the day
gossip of the day
For nothing in the world
You lose/miss an interview
You don’t get tired of telling
Your best friend
That you spend
Every minute thinking about me