Their silver starlets, their queens of saigons
And you’ve got the music, you’ve got the music, don’t you?
Down on the west coast, they love their movies
Their golden gods and rock’n’roll groupies
And you’ve got the music, you’ve got the music, don’t you?
[Pre chorus]
You push it hard, I pull away, I’m feeling hotter than fire
I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher
Te deseo, carino boy, it’s you I desire
Your love, your love, my love