(I'm still looking for you)
W and Yandel
I don't know about her anymore, not even on Myspace
I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message
I don't know about her.
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I don't know about her
Maybe she looked for someone else
I don't know about her
I don't know about her anymore, not even on Myspace
I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message
I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I don't know about her
Maybe she looked for someone else
I don't know about her
(Listen to the story)
I fell in love with a completely imaginary woman
Who penetrated my heart with a couple of letters
And without explanation she disappeared, playing with my heart
She even changed her name
She doesn't leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, respond
Playing with my heart
She even changed her name
She doesn't leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, she answers
That I'm sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
I'm sick with love
Sick with love, sick with love
I don't know about her anymore, not even on Myspace
I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message
I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I don't know about her
It will be I'm looking for someone else
I don't know about her
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace
I don't know about her
She doesn't let not even a text message
I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I don't know about her
Could it be that I looked for another
I don't know about her
Dale turns on the computer and is the author
Of the passion of desire for several hours
Temper of the heart', Wisin cries at night
Not seeing you pierces my soul
And I keep looking for you and you don't appear
My love grows and grows
But sometimes the one who suffers the least He deserves it
I'm still here crying for months
(He comes back)
So that the suffering stops
I only have one photo left, I go day by day I'm exhausted
Slowly I trot with a broken heart
You have the remote control of my life
(And I'm drunk and crazy for you)
I'm sick of love< br/>Sick of love, sick of love
I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
I'm sick with love
Sick with love, sick with love
Hey, I'm looking for you, I can't find you!
I could never tell you in front of you how much I like you
br/>W with Yande, the king, Don Omar
Again making history, marking history
Basic, Wisin and Yandel, the dáo of history, the king, simple< br/>Get used to living behind the shadows
Of objectives as imposing as us
This is the Armageddon edition
The kings, W, W and Yandel, W and Yandel, the king, W and Yandel
Don't ever think about doing it, children, we recommend that you not practice what you have heard in your homes
It won't work out for you

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