Say you come around when the lights get low
I'm not gonna think 'bout the morning after
When you make me move, baby, nice and slow
Diablo, diablo
Yeah, you come around when the lights get low (Oh-oh)
Ain't no turning back from this sweet disaster
You still got my heart when my mind says no (Oh-oh)
Diablo, diablo

Me ves con ojo' con lo' que no te puedan mirar
Un bandido que ama la' puta' y fumar
Quiere' venderle hielo a un esquimal, qué mal (Mal)
Que contigo, ma', yo no puedo rimar