Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cornelis Hendrik Cuylaerts
Songwriter
Lyrics
The other day, I was talking to a friend of mine in the streets
And while he was explaining
What I can honestly not recall
I could only think about his mamacita
The mamacita's of mamacita's
So I drifted off
Throwing grapes in her mouth from great distance with my eyes closed
Because I feel you blindly mamacita, mamacita
I'm gonna clean your reading glasses with my shirt
So you that can see clearly with those big blue eyes again mamacita
Mamacita
I will taste the pasta while cooking it
To make sure it is all 'al dente', for you
My mamacita
Mamacita
I want to water your plants tonight mamacita
So that they can bloom as mesmerizing as you do, mamacita
I will fold your burrito mamacita
Of course not on the day that you prefer
And then eat her, my mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamaci mamacita
Mama-ci-mama ma mamacita
Oooh mamacita
Oooh mamacita
Mamacita mamacita mamacita
Mamacita
I will trim your eyebrows with my teeth, my mamacita
Cause I know you don't like it hairy, mamacita
I will season your patata's, mamacita brava's
Salt pepper and some secret love, mamacita
And then I slowly came back to reality
And the conversation with my friend
But I was sad
Cause I was no longer
With mamacita
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