Mujer Pequeña
Roberto Carlos
Little Woman
When a little woman
Comes to talk to me in my ear
My heart races
And I even feel it making noise
On the tips of her toes
She hangs on to me like crazy
Looks at the sky and smiles at me
When I kiss her on the mouth
After the kiss on the mouth
She slides a hand
Through the hairs on my chest
And inside my shirt
When everything heats up
Oh, that woman uses me
I wish a button on that blouse
Would open
There's no clothes that hold up
No button that stays put
That love we feel today
Nothing can contain it
I love you like this, little one
From that kiss that stirs me
Thing of a tasty woman
With an air of a little girl
Oh, oh, oh
That sweet and serene voice
That delicate thing
Thing of a little woman
Oh, oh, oh
That sweet and serene voice
That delicate thing
Thing of a little woman
