Besame Morenita

Look at me, look at me
Love me, love me
Kiss me, brown girl
I'm dying here
For that little mouth
So juicy and fresh
So rosy

Like a sweet, ripe apple
That’s telling me
Don’t bite too hard, don’t be greedy
Suck it, suck it, it’s way tastier
And that’s what my brown girl told me

She’s telling me to kiss, to kiss
The damn thing, that bite
Tastes like nothing and that’s what my brown girl told me

Look at me, love me
Kiss me, brown girl

Look at me, love me
Kiss me, brown girl