When she jams,
With her sweet and exotic rhythms,
Its pure magic,
and mango Bliss of nostalgia,

When she jams,
and her sweet Beauty sways,
You let the moon do its glowing,
You let the rhythms do its sowing,
Love, love, loving her,

When she jams,
With her pretty exotic face,
and sweet salsa hips,
Shes like a fine one woman cabaret,
Ah, to be jamming with her,
You forget your cares,
Entranced by her charms,
Love, love, loving her,

When she jams,
Its not just what you see,
Though shes so lovely,
Its what you feel,
Its what you dream,
When she jams,
You let the moon do its glowing,
You let your dreams do its sowing,
You cruise into a zone,
Love, love, loving her,

When she jams,
With her exotic and sweet rhythms,
Its bliss of nostalgia,
Its pure magic,
Its pretty horses galloping,
Compassionate Roses,
blooming for her brow,
Mandolins with gregarious romance,
When she jams,
Its honeys comfort and dance,
When she jams,
You let the moon do its glowing,
You let her dreams do the sowing,
Love, love, loving her
Reynaldo Casison