You would be the one to write a poem, take it back sing it to your mom at home.                        You spend the night alone in the satellite, and break away or bury the world below.                              Well i have to confess to Julieta Venegas, quisiera andar contigo, Oh Oh Oh     -Chorus-

There's a place in Sweet Cancun, where we can sit by the fire                                      and feel all your wrongs half made right.                                                                               There's a place in Sweet Cancun, where we can watch the sun rise and fall.                                             Vamos a la orilla de la mar.                                                                                        

Why you let me down? It's like a puzzle to me. A thousand peices scattered all over your bedroom floor.                                                                                                                                   So then you try and sell back part of life, and rent the rest to vatos and machos you know. Well i have to confess to Julieta Venegas, quisiera andar contigo. Oh Oh Oh     -Chorus-