| My Latin Dream |
| As I move to the latin beat I see me dancing on a spanish street As Santana plays guitar I see a caliente tipo ride up in his car The beat goes on And my nerves tell me to run Engulfed in the music's sound My feet beat the rythm on the ground Louder and louder the musica plays As el aproaches me never loosing contact with my eyes The music stops... "? Conmigo bailar?" The silence lingers on "Si." Bam! The musica starts Our body's move to the playing of Santana's guitar And the musica plays on and on Entangled in a dance The musica locks the crowd in a trance Through it all I'm seduced Encantado by the sound My red dress flys frantically around I can't help but be spellbound As dirtier we dance The sound forces us to give everything a chance His eyes are locked on my fast moving hips The musica starts to dip Slowing down to the tempo we continue our dance And then it stops And I'm flung out of my trance "Tu son un bailador magnifico," he says as we break apart "Muchos gracias," I say back "Will you accompany me to the car?" "Si," I say back, not that sure We get in and drive off He, then, wraps his arm around me And I curl up to him as he drives on The musica fades as we go Reality I come back to And hum the tune as I take the cd out of my cd player When I see a hand reach down In confusion I pulled into the dream I thought wasn't real Then kissed by my Manuel |
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