Selena - Amame

Tekst :

Siempre estoy pensando
En tu amor y nada mas
Cansada de este sueno
Quiero hacerlo realidad
Que sigas en mi amor estoy perdiendo
En encontrar
El tiempo esta pasando y no puedo esperar
Porque estar sin ti
Es como no vivir
Si tu me hicieras tuya yo seria feliz

Amame
Me muero por besarte amame
Amame
Ya no quiero rogarte amame

Casi es imposible
De calmar esta pasion
Te quiero tanto baby
Que me duele el corazon
Porque cuando te miro no me puedo con tener
Quisira abrasarte pa’ que sientas mi querer
Porque estar sin ti
Como no vivir
Si tu me hicieras tuya yo seria feliz

Inne utwory

  • Where ever you are
  • Only love
  • Despues de enero
  • Rama caida
  • Soy amiga
  • A boy like that
  • Dame un beso
  • Where did the feeling go
  • Sentimientos
  • Tres dias
  • El ramalazo
  • Carino mio
  • Besitos
  • Coranzoncito
  • Siempre
  • Losowe utwory

    Taboo

    I don t have to be true
    Cause you don t belong to me, baby
    But all I m saying is
    We ve got loving to do
    I m hanging on to you
    And all I can think of is taboo

    Got the sweetest pain running through my veins
    It s like I ve never been...

    Angel in black

    Feeling the anger inside me
    I m chosen to loose in this game
    To get me will not be so easy
    To kill me not even the game

    I ll send the fight - my pride is victory

    There is blood there is pain
    But my agony is...

    Energy

    feat. Baby Bash

    Energy, digging on your energy
    Energy, digging on your energy
    Energy, digging on your energy… energy

    Boy, I’m digging on your energy (Energy)
    And I’m digging what you telling me (Telling me)
    So I wrote this little melody (Melody)
    And dedicate it to my favorite lover

    I’m lying...

    Meeting in my bedroom

    [Intro]
    Silk
    2 G
    2,000 watts
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    1 - There s a meeting in my bedroom
    So girl please don t be late

    There s a meeting in my bedroom
    So please don t make me wait...

    Catch a star

    Experience babe, kickin stones and cans
    Experience babe, cigarette-stained hands
    It s not too late, hear it in the wind
    It s not too late, feel passion creepin in
    Intoxication, familiar smells of the hotels
    Infatuation, of knowing who you are