Dame Tu Amor

(Tell me, are you gonna give me what I ask for?)
Give me your love, your heart
Plated in gold and cash, my love
Make me fly, but on a plane
I want to be the queen from Miami to New York

Ha, ha, I’ll turn you into a little doll, you’ll have bodyguards
A big truck and even a pool

I want the same
As any other girl who values herself a bit
A car, babe
To take me out to show off on Sunday
I want to be a woman
That makes heads turn when I walk down the sidewalk
A yacht, handbags, and I want more
I want more
I want more

Cumbia

Give me your love, your heart
Plated in gold and cash, my love
Make me fly, but on a plane
I want to be the queen from Miami to New York

Ha, ha, I’ll turn you into a little doll, you’ll have bodyguards
A big truck and even a pool

I want the same
As any other girl who values herself a bit
A car, babe
To take me out to show off on Sunday
I want to be a woman
That makes heads turn when I walk down the sidewalk
A yacht, handbags, and I want more
I want more
I want more, aha

Cumbia

I want to be the queen, for when I come back
That’s why I want a rich man to take care of me
Tell everyone you’re with a woman
That you have a new toy to keep you entertained

See what you can get with a mini Uzi
A big estate with a garden and a jacuzzi
Put me in a beauty pageant
You can’t ask for so much with so little in your head

I want to be the queen for when I come back
That’s why I want a rich man to take care of me
Tell everyone you’re with a woman
That you have a new toy to keep you entertained

See what you can get with a mini Uzi
A big estate with a garden and a jacuzzi
Put me in a beauty pageant
You can’t ask for so much with so little in your head

Hey, babe!
What did you want?