Manzanilla

Where are you, tell me how much longer I'm going to wait
To enjoy your body once again
That your pink lips will take me to the sky, baby
And savor your sweet tongue, baby

You know well, girl, that you are all I have
That I don't stop for you, no
That I cling to your bed
You see it, baby
That I feel good with you
That the sheets get wet, babe

And that in your bed I feel like a king
Hey hey yeah hey hey hey
Yeah hey hey hey
Yeah hey hey hey

Sweet river flows through the room
From your neck to the floor that modesty drips
White clouds that form from sweat
That I provoke in you by hearing my voice

Sweet river flows through the room
From your neck to the floor that modesty drips
White clouds that form from sweat
That I provoke in you by telling you
By trying it, by denying it

Shine beautiful red fruit and chamomile
That hot love doesn't cool down
Put a little drop of watermelon
So that smile comes back soon
Prettier than the Mona Lisa
So sensual and beautiful that it hypnotizes
With your mischievous little look
All that with a caress

And that in your bed I feel like a king
Hey hey yeah hey hey hey
Yeah hey hey hey
Yeah hey hey hey