Guajira

Don't ask me, you know what I want
I get desperate if they don't play my song
You know me, I don't tell lies
Look, give me my guajira, I get all spicy
Guajira is what my people dance
Hot, what I want is flavor
Guajira my soul, my body, and my mind
Hot, touch me more please
The club drives me crazy
And little by little my heart gets tired
Always the same, they play it and stretch it
If they don't play my guajira, my inspiration goes away
Afro-Cuban, tasty, Caribbean
A brunette linked to the sun and the sea
One step forward, one step back, and spin
Look, with this guajira, one can't stop dancing
Guajira is what my people dance
Hot, what I want is flavor
Guajira my soul, my body, and my mind
Hot, touch me more please
It's what my people dance
What I want is flavor and more flavor
My soul, my body, and my mind
Hot, touch me more please