Enamorado de La Dependienta

Every time I look at her, she's surrounded by the
scents of potatoes, corn, oil, and salt.
She knows it, she smiles flirtatiously, deceives me
with the change, and I don't care.
It must be love, it must be love...

If in a rush I put my hand on her boob and
act like it was accidental,
she hits me with a frying pan, gets wild, and that's
when she looks really beautiful.
It must be love, it must be love...

She hits me with a frying pan. She cracks my head open. It must
be love

She looks gorgeous when she massages me. It must
be love.