Cintura Fina

My brunette, come here
To dance xote, lay on my neck
And you can nap
You are a woman for no man
To find fault, that's why I'm satisfied
I'll dance with you

Come here, slim waist, waist like a pestle
Waist of a girl, come here my heart

When I embrace this waist like a pestle
I get cold, shivery, almost die of passion
And I close my eyes when I feel your warmth
Because your body was only made for the naps of love