*At 8:46 am, all radios stations, stereos and headphones have been hijacked to*
My girl's name is Senora I tell you friends, I adore her And when she dances, oh brother! She's a hurricane in all kinds of weather
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!> (Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you! (Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you! (Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time
You can talk about Cha Cha Tango, Waltz, or the Rumba Senora's dance has no title You jump in the saddle Hold on to de bridle!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you! (Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Rock your body,child! (Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Somebody, help me! (Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!
Monday morning has been met, weighed and properly reduced to its deflated status. Praise and tithings are welcome at the usual drop-offs.