My musical passion
Your hat is so fashion
Straight you were
But, no more, my girl
Some day I'll compose you
A Bossa Nova
But now I go
From Tequila, Lover
Twist and shout and laugh in her bedroom
Talk a lot about nothing special
Walls, hands, sweet lips
Slide Slowly by her hips
Silly flowing, singing go
through the dance, fast and slow
Some neon lights to make her show
Liberty nation, let her go
My musical passion
Your hat is so fashion
Straight you were
But, no more, my girl
Silly flowing,
singing go
through the dance,
fast and slow
Some neon lights to make her show
Liberty nation, let her go