Man it's a hot one. Like seven inches from the midday sun.

I hear your whisper and your words, so soft and slow it's turning you round. My muñequita, my spanish harlem Mona Lisa. You're my reason for reason, ha. The step in my groove.

And if you say "this life ain't good enough" I could give my world, to lift you up I could change my life. Cause your so SMOOTH.