Here I am feeling like a teenage boy,
Clouded by Modelo’s crazy toxic joy,
Crawling bars to clubs a wannabe play boy.

There you are with big shining eyes,
Driving Mercedes, flying black hair,
Exotic perfect legs, glowing creamish skin.

Aren’t you really an electric woman?
Freeze a man with your simple smile?
Skip his beat with your soft little touch?

Aren’t I lucky, found you as my friend,
Surfer I thank, Salsa made me attend,
Longing for time, wish had more to spend!