| When my baby, when my baby smiles at me
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| I go to Rio De Janeiro, my-oh-me-oh
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| When my baby smiles at me
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| I do the Samba and La Bamba
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| Now I’m not the kind of person
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| With a passionate persuasion for dancin' or romancin'
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| But I give in to the rhythm
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| And my feet follow the beatin' of my heart
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| Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby, when my baby smiles at me
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| I go to Rio De Janeiro, I’m a Salsa fellow
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| When my baby smiles at me the sun’ll lighten up my life
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| And I am free at last, what a blast
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| Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby, when my baby smiles at me
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| I feel like Tarzan of the jungle
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| Here on the hot sand and in a bungalow
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| While monkeys play above, we make love
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| Now I’m not the type to let vibrations
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| Trigger my imagination easily
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| You know that’s just not me
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| But I turn into a tiger every time
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| I get beside the one I love
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| Rio, I go to Rio
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| Rio De Janeiro
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| I go to Rio
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| Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby, when my baby smiles at me
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| I go to Rio De Janeiro, I’m a Salsa fellow
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| When my baby smiles at me
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| The sun’ll lighten up my life
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| And I am free at last, what a blast
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| Rio De Janeiro
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| Rio, Rio |