Bellas (part. Romeo Santos)

Oh mama!
Here comes your Mayimbee again
Anthony Santos
A bachata
Golden color, mommy

She is the most special, wonderful being
As sublime as the mysterious sky
God blessed her with beauty
And the gift of enchanting us with madness
No man can resist them
If they set out to conquer, to try to catch us
Made from a little rib, I would be willing
To give them my backbone

They are so beautiful
I'm not a promiscuous man
But they must understand
They are so beautiful
If they were forbidden fruit, I would fall at their mercy
They should not judge Adam, the sin of pleasure
Who doesn't bite an apple, for loving a woman?
They are so beautiful
No one is a saint in the Garden of Eden

Ay-ay-ay-ay
Yeah-yeah
Oh mommy
Oh mommy
Mmmm
But what do you think, my son?

They are like a precious jewel
If they love you, it's a religious mastery

I spoil them and spend a fortune
If they ask me for a star under the moon
No man can resist them
If they set out to conquer, to try to catch us
Made from a little rib, I would be willing
To give them my backbone

They are so beautiful
I'm not a promiscuous man
But they must understand
They are so beautiful
If they were forbidden fruit, I would fall at their mercy
They should not judge Adam, the sin of pleasure
Who doesn't bite an apple, for loving a woman?
They are so beautiful
No one is a saint in the Garden of Eden

Ayy
Repeat that feeling to me
Damn feeling
Give it, Mayimbe
But how cool, how nice

They are so beautiful
I'm not a promiscuous man
But they must understand
They are so beautiful
If they were forbidden fruit, I would fall at their mercy
They should not judge Adam, the sin of pleasure
Who doesn't bite an apple, for loving a woman?
They are so beautiful
No one is a saint in the Garden of Eden

Anthony Santos
The King