TRIPLE$IX - Who Did I Call Mamacita?

Hopping on a foreign track, tryna make a living
Everybody thinking "Man, you gotta be kidding"
Do I look like I'm fibbing? Nah, I'm just smitten
Met a Mexican girl, and my heart was rewritten
It felt like a chore to keep these feelings hidden
But the thought of approaching made me lose my inhibition
So I gather up my courage and all my wishful thinking
Sat next to the girl and then started saying
"Girl, you looking fine, how you doin' Mamacita?
Baby don't worry, I won't even lay a finger
But can I have the honour of buying you a margarita?
I'll just sit here hoping that I'll get your number later"
She had a goofy laugh, never heard something sweeter
She said "Oh, sure, just help yourself to a seat, huh?"
I made sure to smile as I put my feet up
Then said that she looked like a sweetheart
And that it was nice to meet her
We should go get some fajitas
And an alcoholic litre
A girl like that, I can treat her
"Don't you lift a hand
I'll deal with the plans
You deserve a real man
I'm your biggest fan"
That's when I call us a limo
Only the best for her, you know
She's not just a simple bimbo
We get drunk and play some limbo
Put on music to then tango
You know how it goes
"Girl, you looking fine, how you doin' Mamacita?
Baby don't worry, I won't even lay a finger
But can I have the honour of buying you a margarita?
I'll just sit here hoping that I'll get your number later"
Woke up in the morning, alone in the bed
A letter on the side, and here's what it read:
"Thank you for a perfect night, I'll keep it in my head,
I'll never forget how we met, what you said"
I search around my mind
Looking for a clue
As to who she really is
But I never do breakthrough
Yeah, her debut was
Perfect you
Will never know
How empty and low I felt when I left Mexico
So if I track her down, I'll never let her go
My situation sucks
But it's beautiful
And now I replay the past on the usual
Yeah
"Girl, you looking fine, how you doin' Mamacita?
Baby don't worry, I won't even lay a finger
But can I have the honour of buying you a margarita?
I'll just sit here hoping that I'll get your number later"
But I never got a name or number
Just a pure night to remember
Breathing life to burning embers
For those winter nights; December
The kind of girl I could treasure
Could have ended up together
Now a mystery forever
Who did I call Mamacita?

Written by:
Michael Sandells

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