Rosita (club version)

Spread 'em wide, look right in.

Let the morning sunlight in.

Soaking wet, sliding down.

Rain is falling on the town.

Taste the pink,

on your tongue.

Bubblegum is so much fun.

Look at you,

face is red. What is going through your head?

Soft to touch,

wants it rough.

Can't you handle

simple stuff? Come

and pick the Rosita.

Rosita. Ta, ta, ta,

ta-ta,

ta, ta, ta, ta.

Rosita.

Ta, ta,

ta, ta-ta, ta, ta,

ta, ta. Rosita.

Ta, ta, ta, ta-ta,

ta,

ta, ta, ta. Rosita.

Ta, ta, ta, ta-ta,

ta, ta, ta.

Deep inside, nice and tight.

Jeans are fitting me just right.

Rub it fast, make it shoot.

Shaking up the passion fruit.

Part the lips, slip right through.

Talking 'bout my words to you.

Look at you,

face is red.

What is going

through your head?

Petals open,

sweet and pink.

It's not dirty

like you think.

Come and pick the Rosita.

Rosita. Ta,

ta, ta, ta-ta, ta,

ta, ta, ta. Rosita.

Ta, ta, ta, ta-ta,

ta,

ta, ta, ta. Rosita.

Ta,

ta, ta, ta-ta, ta,

ta, ta, ta. Rosita.

Ta, ta,

ta, ta-ta,

ta, ta, ta.

Dirty mind,

clean it up.

Drink the nectar

from the cup. Is it me?

Is it you?

What you think

I'm gonna do?

Drop low,

bring it back.

Playing games upon the track.

Rosita. (Rosita)