Inglés En Miami (part. Manuel Turizo)

I want to keep your kisses in a little jar to taste forever
How do I capture this moment so I never forget you, eh, eh?
Why does it have to be like this? Six months here, you come to study and then you leave
Oh, babe, nobody learns English in Miami

We had a blast, what a high
After Kiki, we ended up at the Other
Drinking Tito, we said some things
You look so fine and Miami suits you beautifully

We had a blast, what a high
To the beach and we ended up in your mouth
Congrats, my studious girl
You didn’t learn English, but you learned something else

Knock-knock-knock, I touch you, touch-touch
God bless the engineer who built this building
Like ninety floors to lock me up with you
Where we get hands-on, where we always kiss

Where the sun didn’t hit you (I mean)
In the elevator (and I) touching you all over
Knock-knock-knock, I touch you, touch-touch
I don’t know if the architect designed the apartment

Thinking that one day the best view would be
Where I’d open you up and then close you down
Your legs on the balcony, I mean
Balcony doors, you and me

We had a blast, what a high
After Kiki, we ended up at the Other
Drinking Tito, we said some things
You look so fine and Miami suits you beautifully

We had a blast, what a high
To the beach and we ended up in your mouth
Congrats, my studious girl
You didn’t learn English, but you learned something else

Look, by the way, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow
Ah, damn, now it’s in Spanglish
Well, I’m gonna miss you, don’t leave me
Oh-oh

Don’t leave, please stay
If you go, I’m gonna miss you, babe
Don’t leave, please stay
If you go, I’m gonna miss you, babe

Talk, Turizo, be clear, are you coming to Caracas or what?
MT
Come on, come on, look, they’re getting all American
They come for two months to Miami and get all American
Rawa, yes sir, hahaha
Buddy, please, can you play some reggaeton?