“Me Enamoré” is Shakira’s bubbly love-at-first-sight diary. Over an infectious pop beat she rewinds to the very night her world flipped: messy hair, a striped bra, almost no expectations… and then she spots him. One look at his “ojitos bonitos,” a couple of mojitos, and the Colombian superstar dives head-first into romance, convinced she’s found exactly what the doctor ordered.
The lyrics glow with playful confidence. Shakira teases herself for falling so fast, jokes about having “diez hijos” someday, and celebrates every detail she adores—his round lips, that little beard, the way they dance until exhaustion. It’s a feel-good anthem to spontaneous attraction, where every verse shouts: why overthink it when it feels this right?