Little Latin Lover Lyrics

Tears run down, the candle glows.
As the revolution grows.
And the fear starts to take over me.
Sweet confessions with a gun.
For your Dads, your Moms, and your Sons.
And your Daughters don't dare disagree.

She's my little Latin lover, lover.
She loves me like no other, other.
My little Latin lover, lover, lover.

She comes from Mexico, I know.
She's got a heart that's made of gold.
In her eyes you can see she's so fancy free.
And over and under through indigo.
Yeah, she loves it and it shows.
That her love is such a bombastic dream.

She's my little Latin lover, lover.
She loves me like no other, other.
My little Latin lover, lover, lover.

When the tears start to overflow.
An International Pop overthrow.
She strikes the match and burns the gasoline.
And when she turns to me I glow.
I kiss her finger tips and toes.
Like a page in a fashion magazine.

She's my little Latin lover, lover.
She loves me like no other, other.
My little Latin lover, lover, lover.

She dances in the rain.
She's lovelier every day.
You can see it in her eyes.
She dances in the rain.
She's lovelier every day.
You can see it in her eyes.
Tears run down, the candle glows.
As the revolution grows.
You can see it in her eyes.
Tears run down, the candle glows.
As the revolution grows.
You can see it in her eyes.