One time in South America. Met a boy in Colombia. Couldn't understand a word he said. So he took my hand instead. It was late as we ignored the time. Now I can't get this stranger off my mind. I think about him when I wear this dress. I still smell him in my hair. Was it the heat making you sweat. Was it the beat of the drum on my heart and my chest. "Eres muy bonita" he says. "No puedo esperar a verte otra vez". I can't wait till I see you again. "Bésame mucho princesa". And then we dance. He said "bésame mucho". He kisses my hand and we dance. It was time for me to say goodbye. Couldn't stand to look him in the eye. Would've kissed him if I had the time. Could've have sworn it was on his mind. Was it his lips the way he moves his waste. Hands on my hips. Oh just a look of desire on his face. "Eres muy bonita" he says. "No puedo esperar a verte otra vez". I can't wait till I see you again. "Bésame mucho princesa". And then we dance. He said "besame mucho". He kisses my hand and then I. Close my eyes for a moment in time. In the blink of the night. I see him in the crowd. He was nowhere to be found. When I turned around. But I swear I can still hear him now. "Eres muy bonita" he says. "No puedo esperar a verte otra vez". I can't wait till I see you again. "Bésame mucho princesa". And then we dance. He said "bésame mucho". He kisses my hand and we dance. We dance. "Eres muy bonita" he says