Sitting on the bench of that old bar
I shyly invite you to dance
And you, smiling, accept me
We danced bachata, merengue, and boleros
Talking softly, bodies touching
And so Cupid shoots his arrow at me
The party ends, each one to their house
I'm leaving with your face stuck to my soul
And without really knowing you I already start to miss you
It seems that I got used to you in just one day
That I'm missing you as if I had known you for years
It seems that I, in just one dance, gave you my life
It seems that the feeling beat the rules that there were
It beat the rules that there were
And we danced bachata, merengue, boleros
Talking softly, bodies touching
And so Cupid shoots his arrow at me
The party ends, each one to their house
I'm leaving with your face stuck to my soul
And without really knowing you I already start to miss you
It seems that I got used to you in just one day
That I'm missing you as if I had known you for years
It seems that I, in just one dance, gave you my life
It seems that the feeling beat the rules that there were
It seems that I got used to you in just one day
That I'm missing you as if I had known you for years
It seems that I, in just one dance, gave you my life
It seems that the feeling beat the rules that there were
It beat the rules that there were
It beat the rules that there were