| Man, it’s a hot one
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| Like seven inches from the midday sun
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| I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
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| But you stay so cool
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| My muñequita
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| My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
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| You’re my reason for reason
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| You’re the step in my groove
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| And if you said this life ain’t good enough
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| I would give my world to lift you up
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| I would change my life to better suit your mood
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| Because you’re so smooth
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| And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
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| It’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
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| You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth, yeah
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| Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
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| I’ll tell you one thing
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| If you would leave it would be a crying shame
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| In every breath and every word
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| I hear your name calling me out
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| Out from the barrio
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| You hear my rhythm from your radio
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| You feel the turning of the world so soft and smooth
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| And it’s turning you round
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| And if you said this life ain’t good enough
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| I would give my world to lift you up
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| I would change my life to better suit your mood
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| And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
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| It’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
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| You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth
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| Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
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| And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
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| It’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
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| You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth
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| Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it |