You’re the kind of girl I could see mariachi.
Hey girl are you mexican, 'cause you illegally came into my mind.
Nice to meat you, now lettuce salsa.
Do you like Mexican food? Because I will wrap you in my arms and make you my bae-rito.
We go together like Menudo and lemon.
You're hotter than the London Underground during rush hour.
We can blame it on fajita the moment.
Look at you, chica, my soft-shell taco.
I'll be the hot sauce on your taco.
Can you put some hot sauce on my enchilada? Cause I need some spice in my life.
Maybe next time Yucatan with me?
I jumped the border to America
so I bet I can jump the border to you're heart.
Can you be the fence that keeps me from freedom?
Hablas Espanol? No matter — my love needs no translation.
You're the Salsa of my Tacos, chequeteta.
What do I have to say to your world to turn your, how do I say, enchiladas?
Maya got a nice tan in Mexico,
maybe next time Yucatan with me?
Baby, you're the light in my corona.
You're the kind of girl I could mariachi
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