Rico Suave

Surely you've heard that I'm well-mannered
I'm a little gentleman, a well-behaved guy
A responsible young man always well-dressed
I don't know who has lied

I don't like suits, my style is modern
If I get upset, I get sick
My appearance is tough, I live in madness
Don't come at me with tenderness

So please don't judge a book by its cover
There's more to being a smooth operator
You gotta know how to handle a woman
That won't let go
The price you pay for being a player

There's not a woman that can handle
A man like me
That's why I juggle two or three
I'm not one to commit, you can skip that part
You pop the question, that's it
Having one, two, three, four women
And the situation doesn't die
It's not a crime, I calm my appetite
With a cry or a scream

So again, don't let my lyrics mislead you
I don't love you but I need you
Would you rather have me lie
Take a piece of your pie and say bye
Or be honest and rub your thighs

Well, it's ten o'clock and I'm two hours late
I never said I was a punctual date
But you kept insisting that I meet your parents
Huh, they're going to love my appearance

Ding dong the doorbell rings
Your mother opens, what a fine lady
I say hello but she doesn't pay attention
Who does she think she is, old lady

Go and serve the food mom
I'm hungry
If you don't hurry, I'll get a cramp
And you sir? Why's your chin on the floor?
Close your mouth, please

What's this love, these little eggs?
This is something I won't try

I'm used to good old-fashioned
Homestyle Spanish cooking
If I try that, I'll be puking
Well, it's been a pleasure but we have to go
We'll be back early
Five, six, or seven in the morning
Your daughter is in good hands