La Hormiguita

I met her one afternoon
With her guitar she hunted boleros
She was wearing jeans
And a little yellow rose in her hair
What are you going to do? She asked me smiling

Whatever you want, I replied
We went to the sea and wet our dreams
I winked my eyes and a dolphin
Painted a curly wave on her chest
Then we laughed and broke the ice
(And we broke the ice)
We bit our fingers
(We bit our fingers)
Like a viola in a cello solo

You're like a little ant
That kisses and stings me
That runs down my back
And lies in my beard
Studying geography, yeah

You're like a trapeze artist
Who crosses my tongue
And your circus of flowers lifts me and drops me
Losing count
Losing count. Eh eh eh

And I felt like crying
But only in my right eye
She talked about the Moon and Chopin
And I played the prelude to a kiss
Then we laughed and broke the ice
(And we broke the ice)
We bit our fingers
(We bit our fingers)
Like a viola in a cello solo

You're like a little ant
That kisses and stings me
That runs down my back
And lies in my beard
Studying geography, yeah

You're like a trapeze artist
Who crosses my tongue
And your circus of flowers lifts me and drops me
Losing count
Losing count, Eh eh eh