I got to the club with the crew
I quickly saw her far off
She was painting her lips
And the glass like a mirror
She moved closer bit by bit
And I wanting her to dance for me
"Come on, I'll show you Buenos Aires"
And with the buzz so quick
And we crashed at ten
And with the buzz so quick
And we crashed at ten
Date and time and I'll swing by to pick you up
I pull up where the others
You know they don't pull up
Noise of champagne bottles
Of the glasses when we toast
But I only hear how it beats
My heart when I see that storefront body
The suit matches the maroon Mercedes
There's no other no matter how they try
Because nights without you hurt
I've got the poses in my head
That I don't want anything
Because nights without you hu-u-u-u-rt
I've got the poses in my head
That I don't want anything
Come to the Canaries with no luggage
I'll give you a tour of the island
Saturday we turn up, Sunday mass
I'm waiting to see if you guarantee
That you stick to me like someone who records with Biza
And I saw the girls leave the party
And we took an Uber to the apartment
In private she asked me to give her a concert
I told her I don't sing for less than a kiss
And with the buzz so quick
And we crashed at ten
Because nights without you hurt
I've got the poses in my head
That I don't want anything
Because nights without you hu-u-u-u-rt
I've got the poses in my head
That I don't want anything
Quevedo with Biza, yeah-yeah-yeah