Amor Marinero

This silk handkerchief, damn it!
Brought to me by a sailor
With a strawberry little mouth, damn it!
And eyes like the sky

Kisses of rum and mint
On these lips he gives me
And I'm doing the math, damn it!
So he doesn't go back to the sea

My arms are the moorings
Of your sailor love

I am the bay
You are the sailboat
Don't leave me, boy
Without your love, I'll die

If you think of giving me the side eye, damn it!
I warn you first
That I have some damaged numbers, damn it!
Five, six sailors

As much as I try to hold back jealousy
Like a fishing net
That has swallowed the hook, damn it!
And has me kidnapped