Mira Esa Chica

Taking a stroll, close to home
With a buddy, just seeing what’s up
I cross the street, turn the corner
When suddenly
Check out those legs, that girl’s got it
Look at her, look at her, check out that girl
Look at her, look at her, check out that girl

In a mini skirt, painted lips
And dark shades, with golden hair
I follow her steps, she’s a goddess
Then I get closer
What’s your name? Isn’t it Carolina?
Look at her, look at her, check out that girl
Oooh, look at her, look at her, check out that girl

What’s your name?
How old are you?
Tell me what you do and where you’re going
She doesn’t talk
And I don’t care
This afternoon I’m following her all over the city

Look at me
Talk to me
Say something, please, please
Oooh, look at her, look at her, check out that girl
That’s why look at her, look at her, check out that girl

What’s your name?
How old are you?
Tell me what you do and where you’re going
She doesn’t talk
And I don’t care
This afternoon I’m following her all over the city
Look at her, look at her, look at that girl
Look at her, look at her, look at that girl

Look at her, look at her, look at that girl
Look at her, look at her, look at that girl
Look at her, look at her, look at that girl
This afternoon I’m following her all over the city
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this afternoon I’m following her all over the city
Oh, this afternoon I’m following her all over the city