Hay algo en ella (Dyango)

Hay algo en ella Hay algo en ella que me descontrola, que me vuelve loco, sin darme cuenta me ha hecho otra persona, ya no me conozco. Será por culpa de ese cuerpo suyo de curvas perfectas que me provoca, me encela, me engaña y hace que me pierda. Hay algo en ella nuevo, diferente, turbio y peligroso, serán sus ojos, dos abismos negros que no tienen fondo, será el perfume que al andar desprende de su piel de seda, será mi mente que no la comprende pero la desea. Hay algo en ella que me da la vida, que no he descubierto pero me da igual. Hay algo en ella que la hace distinta y que la prefiera entre las demás. No sé ni de dónde viene, ni sé para dónde va, sé que cuando no está cerca mío todas las cosas van mal. Hay algo en ella que es como un bocado, dulce y delicioso, cuando la pruebas, quieres repetirla, siempre sabe a poco. Después te atrapa y tiene el mismo efecto que una droga nueva, que te hace daño, te enferma, te mata pero nunca dejas. Hay algo en ella  que me da la vida, que no he descubierto pero me da igual. Hay algo en ella  que la hace distinta y que la prefiera entre las demás. No sé ni de dónde viene ni sé para dónde va, sé que cuando no está cerca mío todas las cosas van mal.

There are something in her There are something in her that gets me out of control, that gets me crazy, without realize it have made me another person, already I don't know myself. It can be by her body of perfect curves who provokes, gets me jealous, lies  and does that I get lost. There are something in her, different, cloudy and dangerous, they can be her eyes, two black abyss without depth, it can be the scent that she gives off when walking from her skin of silk, it can be my mind that doesn't understand her but it wants her. There are something in her that give me the life, that I have not discovered but I don't mind. There are something in her that makes her different and I prefer her among the others. I don't know from where she comes, nor to where she goes, I know that when she is not close to me everything goes badly. There are something in her that is like a bite, sweet and delicious, when you taste her you want to repeat and it's never enough. Then she catches you and is the same than a new drug, that hurts you, gets you ill, kills you but you never leave it. There are something in her that give me life, that I have not discovered but I don't mind. There are something in her that makes her different and I prefer her among the others. I don't know from where she comes, nor to where she goes, I know that when she is not close to me everything goes badly.