Its time too dance I need to rumba No wait maybe a Cuban tango whoooooo!! I need to feel the beat I can almost hear it Yes, the rhythm guitars, the brass shall get me there This love hits like feedback straight to the bone Afro fire in my veins, Cuban blood on the throne Grunge soul screaming while the jazz horns moan I’m lost in the distortion - but I’m calling it home Yeah (oh) I love to move to all the songs It's almost like I've rehearsed it And I know all the beats Got me up on the stage So, I give you a show They let me sing along............sing along And the way that it makes me groove This love hits like feedback straight to the bone Afro fire in my veins, Cuban blood on the throne Grunge soul screaming while the jazz horns moan I’m lost in the distortion - but I’m calling it home o o o o o o o o o o o o o o lalalalalalalalalalalalalalal whoooooooooo!! love-in Love-in the way it me makes feel o o o o o o o o o o o o o o lalalalalalalalalalalalalalal whoooooooooo!! This love hits like feedback straight to the bone Afro fire in my veins, Cuban blood on the throne Grunge soul screaming while the jazz horns moan I’m lost in the distortion - but I’m calling it home
