La Amaré (part. Prince Royce)

Hey
Listen to the words

I’m not afraid to shout what I feel
What’s been written about a coward with no guts?
In my heart, I filled every space to adore her
My love for her is bigger than me

When God thought about creating her flaws
He changed his mind and gave her perfection
When he chose who would be her partner
He was spot on, he didn’t mess up with me

I will love her (I will love her)
Like flowers love the Sun
Like a shepherd who gives his life to the Lord
I’m the thirst in a parched desert
She’s the glass of water that does me good

I will love her (I will love her)
Like the Moon loves the night
Like New Year’s at midnight
Just like the feeling in my bachatas
Mm, that’s how perfect she is

I will love her (I will love her)
Like a fish from the sea is drawn to the ocean
Like oxygen is necessary for a human
She’s the star that lights me up
Radiant, my woman is from another world

Cry, girl, cry

When God thought about creating her flaws
He changed his mind and gave her perfection
And he chose me as her partner
He was spot on, he didn’t mess up with me

I will love her (I will love her)
Like flowers love the Sun
Like a shepherd who gives his life to the Lord
I’m the thirst in a parched desert
She’s the glass of water that does me good

I will love her (I will love her)
Like the Moon loves the night
Like New Year’s at midnight
Just like the feeling in my bachatas
Mm, that’s how perfect she is

I will love her (I will love her)
Like a fish from the sea is drawn to the ocean
Like oxygen is necessary for a human
She’s the star that lights me up
Radiant, my woman is from another world

Feeling
No, no
Damn feeling

I’d give her whatever she asks for
My twelve pairs of ribs
A lung, my two kidneys
But not my brain
No

To keep thinking about her (about her)
I could die, she revives me with her kisses (about her)
Fatality, for her love, I risk it all like Romeo (about her)
If loving her so much is a crime, I’ll go to jail (about her)

But give them the key so my mom can have access (about her)
It’d be a total disaster without her passion (about her)
Like Dolce without Gabbana, like waves without the beach, many strings without guitars
Without her, I’m like Anthony Santos without bachatas

Oh, ChiChi
Hey, what a vibe, babe