Chiquita Bonita

Pretty little girl, you drive me crazy
I get jealous of many things
I'm jealous of your bed, jealous of your blanket
I'm jealous of your pillow, for you my dear.

Being jealous has meant
That I adore you and that I love you
That's why in this song
I tell you, little girl, what I wish...

I wish I were a bed and you would lie on me
You would have my arms to cover yourself
And instead of your pillow, you would hug me.

Being jealous has meant
That I adore you and that I love you
That's why in this song
I tell you, little girl, what I wish...

I wish I were a bed and you would lie on me
You would have my arms to cover yourself
And instead of your pillow, you would hug me