My musical passion
Your hat is so fashion
Straight you were
But, no more, my girl

Some day I'll compose you
A Bossa Nova
But now I go
From Tequila, Lover

Twist and shout and laugh in her bedroom
Talk a lot about nothing special

Walls, hands, sweet lips
Slide Slowly by her hips
Silly flowing, singing go
through the dance, fast and slow

Some neon lights to make her show
Liberty nation, let her go

My musical passion
Your hat is so fashion
Straight you were
But, no more, my girl

Silly flowing,
singing go
through the dance,
fast and slow
Some neon lights to make her show
Liberty nation, let her go