Mi Sangre Latina

Kill me, my love, first, before you leave me
Kill me, my love, first, before you deceive me
My Latin blood makes me this jealous
And don’t think I’m a fool just because I’m affectionate

You know, my love, how much I truly care for you
You also know that I’m very sincere with you
But don’t ever deceive me, hear what I say
Because hate always comes from a wounded love

What am I gonna do, if I’m this jealous?
What am I gonna do, if I’m crazy for you?
What am I gonna do, if I have a great love?
That makes the jealousy I feel for you so sweet

What am I gonna do, if I’m this jealous?
It’s because of the Latin blood that runs in me