El Cuchipe
Brigitte Bardot
The Cuchipe
From Chiquinquirá I come
To fulfill a promise
And now that we are alone
Give me a little kiss, Teresa
Now cuchipe
Hello, Dolores
Open the door
Light the candle
Make the bed
What about cuchipe
What about cuchipe
What about Dolores
Black girl if you love me
Hide me behind the door
Because your mother is cross-eyed
She'll think I'm the door bolt
-At the chorus-
You are small and pretty
Too bad you're so crazy
You seem like an old guitar
That anyone can play
-At the chorus-
