All she really wants to do,
is some sweet salsa,
Like shes in a vineyard,
On a Monday night,
The weekends are short,
and her pretty hair has grown long,
Shes got beatles, fireflies, and mangos,
In the warm wind,
Dancing in her soul,
Combing her hair,

After her ballet and jazz classes,
She took off her glasses,
After reading some dorothy parker,
and felt like a jazz age lady,
In her fedora and sultry stilletos,

She cruised to the evening plaza,
Upon her pretty horse,
She rode her sweet horse,
Like a sunset mandolin melody,
She sure has comfort and style,
She enjoyed the ride,
With the wings of her Beauty,
She could enchantingly glide,

In the plaza,
With the golden,
and shimmering fountains,
She did some salsa boogie,
With the flamenco dancers,
Who embraced her rhythms well,

They are sipping wine,
Alone together,
In a cabaret lounge,
All she really wants to do,
is some sweet salsa,
All she really wants to do,
Is some sweet salsa,
any day or night,
And keep her love sweet and warm,
With the starry nights,

With the drifters and gypsys,
Shes drifting to the shore,
To be with its seashells,
and seagulls carefree of the bustle,
Through the rainbow hours,

They are wearing,
their exotic evening dresses,
Fine as a lovely lady can be,
Swaying like sunflowers and roses,
With their sultry stilletos,
They got from the chic vintage store,
The moonkissed waves,
are drifting to the shore,
To caress them,
with the soothe of their sighs,
And all they really want to do,
Is some sweet salsa,
All she really wants to do,
is some sweet salsa,

In the groove,
Of her salsa boogie,
With my love,
The moonlight serenades,
Her honey hips,
And the Moon is ours,
The shore, the sunsets,
and the starry nights,
The beauty of the cabaret lounge,
Is hers too,
For she doesnt want to feel blue,
Shes sweet like a fountain,
and all she really wants to do,
Is some sweet salsa,
And feel the enchanted,
delights of her love
Reynaldo Casison