Eres Exquisita
Los Ramblers
You're Exquisite
La la la, la la la
You're exquisite
Like a big barbecue, with fries on the side
You're exquisite
Like a platter full of strawberries and cream
You're exquisite
And so delicious, it makes me feel weak
You're fresh bread
I eat it all up, not leaving a crumb
When I see you
I get all hungry
But I can't help it
It feels so sinful
Thoughts invade me
With bad intentions
But this is what I think
Almost all the time
You're exquisite
Like a big barbecue, with fries on the side
You're exquisite
Like a platter full of strawberries and cream
You're exquisite
And so delicious, it makes me feel weak
You're fresh bread
I eat it all up, not leaving a crumb
La la la, la la la
When you come to me
So well-proportioned
I get all nervous
And can't think straight
Your smile says
More than a thousand treaties
And this is what I think
Pretty flustered
You're exquisite
Like a big barbecue, with fries on the side
You're exquisite
Like a platter full of strawberries and cream
You're exquisite
And so delicious, it makes me feel weak
You're fresh bread
I eat it all up, not leaving a crumb
La la la, la la la
