All the pretty flowers,
In the exotic garden,
They do the salsa boogie,
In the full moon glow,
With just a glance,
they begin to flow in a trance,
All the boutique ladies by the riviera,
Theyre wearing,
their Summer garden dresses,
And their Souls,
are hymning naked,

Sway like a Salsa rose,
Sway like a Salsa rose,

The golden and brunnette gypsies,
Come together like the weather,
In the evening,
They meditate like monks,
With their cabaret yoga,
The midnight stars,
kisses the garden roses,
Theyve got all the svelte poses,
When the moon glows,
Theyre swaying like a Salsa rose,

Sway like a Salsa rose,
Sway like a Salsa rose,
Sway like a Salsa rose,

All the waves by the vineyard shore sigh,
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah,

Sway like a Salsa rose,

Sway your hips up the lighthouse,
To and fro,
From your heels to brow,
With a candles warmth,
and the moons love you'll glow,
Take it easy,
Let the breeze,
of your love,
Gift you with sultry doves,
Like ballerina gypsies,
They hymn, lounge, and dance,
Their rhythms caress you in a love trance,

All the waves by the vineyard shore sigh,
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah,

Sway like a Salsa rose,
Sway like a Salsa rose
Reynaldo Casison