Latin Lover - Leki

Midsummer night i met him there, he saw me

Did not know why he had this stare, he was buggin' me

I said: «you got a fucking problem?!?

so what you want?

Want me to solve 'em, pervert!

Move outa my face before i scratch yours open,

You’re working on my nerves, nozem!»

Alas a word he spoke, nothing much

And damn i don’t know why, it got me touched

And one thing led to two and before i knew,

Got me doing what i wasn’t supposed to do

Salsa, lambada and all of that latin fever got me shakin' baby

You oooh you oooh

You’re my sweet lover king, you’re my don juan

Boy you turn me on, come and give me some

Of that good summer lovin', we’ll be kissin' and ah, huggin'

'till the mood is gone, and it’s time to go home

I’ll be gone tomorrow, gone tomorrow

Gone tomorrow, have no sorrow

It was fine while we had it, but you know it’s time to bag it

And send it on, send it on, send it on, send it on

You play me like an instrument

Beethoven or mozart, they couldn’t get in the ring with ya

You’re smooth finger touch gets a girl all insane

A real gentleman who knows how to treat a dame

Make me hit the right note when you stroke my snare

Got me singin' opera the symbioses 's near

Make me feel more woman than the woman i am

Fed my soul with the food of celestial brand, ooooh

I don’t even remember your name, but it’s all the same

The mood is right, here by the candlelight

All the lies and clichés a girl wants to hear

They all reached my ear, with the perfect way

You sang me that serenade, that serenade, that serenade

You’re my sweet lover king, you’re my don juan

Boy you turn me on, come and give me some

Of that good summer lovin', we’ll be kissin' and ah, huggin'

'till the mood is gone, and it’s time to go home

You’re my sweet lover king, you’re my don juan

Boy you turn me on, come and give me some

Of that good summer lovin', we’ll be kissin' and ah, huggin'

'till the mood is gone, and it’s time to go home

I’ll be gone tomorrow, gone tomorrow

Gone tomorrow, have no sorrow

It was fine while we had it, but you know it’s time to bag it

And send it on, send it on, send it on, send it on