I don't want compassion, I don't want pity
I want a tough love that can make me tremble
I want your flavor, I want your sweat
I want your madness that drives me crazy
Pure cane, pure love

Love in Mexican style, with Cumbia, Huapango, and Son
Horse, boot, and hat, tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love in Mexican style, hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me, my macho of the heart

Love in Mexican style, with Cumbia, Huapango, and Son
Horse, boot, and hat, tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love in Mexican style, hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me, my macho of the heart

Love in Mexican style
Love in Mexican style
Love in Mexican style
Love in Mexican style

I want it soft, I want it rough
I want it to reach the depths of my heart
I want it slow, I always want more
I want it to scare me until I lose my mind
Pure cane, pure love

Love in Mexican style, with Cumbia, Huapango, and Son
Horse, boot, and hat, tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love in Mexican style, hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me, my macho of the heart

Love in Mexican style, with Cumbia, Huapango, and Son
Horse, boot, and hat, tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love in Mexican style, hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me, my macho of the heart
Love in Mexican style

Love in Mexican style
Oh, I want your love to the depths of my heart
Love in Mexican style
And in your madness, I want to lose my mind

Love in Mexican style
Softly, slowly, I want it
Love in Mexican style
With affection, with delirium, I die

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