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man its a hot one
like seven inches from the midday sun
well i hear you whispering the words to melt everyone
but you stay so cool
my munequita,
my Spanish harlem
Mona Lisa
your my reason for reason
the step in my groove
{and if you said
this life ain't good enough
i would give my world to lift you up
i could change my life
to better suit your mood
cause your so smooth}
[and its just like the ocean
under the moon
oh its the same as the emotion that i get from you
you've got the kind of loving that could be so smooth, yeah
give me your heart
make it real
or else forget about it]
but I'll tell you one thing
if you ever leave
it would be a crying shame
i hear every breath and every word
i hear you calling me out
out from the barrio
you hear my rhythm on your radio
you feel the turning of the world
so soft
and so slow
turning you round and round
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or else forget about it
or else forget about it
lets dont forget about
give me your heart
make it real
let's don't forget about it
let's don't forget about it
let's don't forget about it
let's don't forget about it
let's don't forget about it