Besame Mucho

Went down to South America
Met a boy in Colombia
Couldn't understand a word he said
So he took my hand instead

It was late as we ignored the time
Now I can't get this stranger off my mind
I think about him when I wear this dress
I still smell him in my hair

Was it the heat making you sweat
Was it the beat of the [bad word] or my heart in my chest

«Eres muy bonita», he says
«No puedo esperar a verte otra vez»
I can't wait till I see you again
«Bésame mucho, princesa»
And then we dance

He said, «bésame mucho»
He kisses my hand and then we dance

It was time for me to say goodbye
Couldn't stand to look him in the eye
Would've kissed him if I had the time
Could've sworn it was on his mind

Was it his lips, the way he moves his waist
His hands on my hips
Oh just a look of desire on his face

«Eres muy bonita», he says
«No puedo esperar a verte otra vez»
I can't wait till I see you again
«Bésame mucho, princesa»
And then we dance

He said, «besame mucho»
He kisses my hand and then I
Close my eyes for a moment in time
In the blink of an eye

I saw him in the crowd
He was somewhere to be found
When I turned around
But I swear I can still hear him now

«Eres muy bonita», he says
«No puedo esperar a verte otra vez»
I can't wait till I see you again
«Bésame mucho, princesa»
And then we dance

He said, «bésame mucho»
He kisses my hand and then we dance
We dance

«Eres muy bonita», he says