Yes my inner Spaniard implodes
I need to know whatís implored.
Which if thereís anything to say
The castanets clicking in the brain.
I slide, 1,2, step, sing, like Selena
Itís outstanding from any senorita.
Or disco-light-feet Havana floor
With shuffles to settle the score.
Sangria Wine erects wild gyrations
Awed of bull-fighting celebrations.
Camilla Cabello tracks on good days
Nothing makes this passion stray.
Earth starts a sultry choreograph
Which digs deeper into the math.
Whatís me + you exotic companion?
Spanish tangoís and Latin stallions