There’s something about her
A fleeting feeling that grows within
When our eyes are no longer strangers.

A place in the city, where everyone goes to see and feel
They are not alone.

We took the bus, and watched the view;
Our bodies aching to be true.
My blood pumping in my veins.

I felt older than a tree.
Wise words, kind words and nothing free.

You thought it was nice, you let everyone inside.

Everybody talks about a Mambo sun.
Black lips. red teeth. lipstick murder
Oh! Let me see you love.

I am older, I can’t be?
A bottle of liquor no surprise, you see.

Wise words, kind words and nothing free.

You thought it was nice, to let everyone inside
Playful and lovin’ – A life worth livin’ (Fuck it)