My musical passion Your hat is so fashion Straight you were But, no more, my girl Some day I'll compose you A Bossa Nova But now I go From Tequila, Lover Twist and shout and laugh in her bedroom Talk a lot about nothing special Walls, hands, sweet lips Slide Slowly by her hips Silly flowing, singing go through the dance, fast and slow Some neon lights to make her show Liberty nation, let her go My musical passion Your hat is so fashion Straight you were But, no more, my girl Silly flowing, singing go through the dance, fast and slow Some neon lights to make her show Liberty nation, let her go