NUEVA YORK

(You know what, my love?)

Thinking of you, even though we’re a perfect match
I didn’t choose you, but my heart did
And I won’t accept that you’re gonna forget me
'Cause I know I’m dying for you

With my heart all messed up
Thinking I’m a nobody (but you know what, my love?)
I don’t want to let you go

And you’re off to New York without me, and I’m still here
Stuck to the bottle, asking the stars
Not to let you go somewhere else without me
'Cause I left my mark on you, I’m not so blessed without her (you know, my love)

Just another Christmas, love and friendship without you
With my mind wandering in New York
The liquor gives me bad advice, makes it worse
And this loneliness is giving me depression

Call me crazy, intense
'Cause I call you every time I think of you
For this heartbreak, I light some incense

Since we made love
With others, no sex
I keep thinking of you
And now you don’t want to answer me

I wish I could turn back time to appreciate you more
That gym body of yours
Deserved cars, jewels, and palaces
I still refuse to understand
That you’re asking me, queen, for some space
(Listen, my love, what, ah)

And you’re off to New York without me, and I’m still here
Stuck to the bottle, asking the stars (asking)
Not to let you go somewhere else without me
'Cause I left my mark on you, I’m not so blessed without her (listen, well, my love)

And I don’t know how to forget you
I swear you’re my darkest secret (I swear)
What a twist to hide something so real and pure
But no one knows it hits me so hard

And I swear, and I assure you (you know what, my love?)
That you’re, baby, my safe place
I need you like a Cuban needs his cigar
I’m not gonna let you go, call me immature

And you’re off to New York without me, and I’m still here
Stuck to the bottle, asking the stars
Not to let you go somewhere else without me
'Cause I left my mark on you, I’m not so blessed without her (haha, but you know what, my love?)

My love, you were the only one who believed in love at first sight
And the artist fell in love
What more can we do? What more can we want?
If you let yourself get involved, we’ll make love again, haha

And this is for you
Nun
Nun, don’t show mercy on these fools
Tell me, Jara

This talent that no one can compare to
Toby, light up the guitar
Money Makers (Money Makers)
Hey, José Candela