La Senorita

Sitting in the corner with a coffee cup

Reading the newspaper, not looking up

She smiles as she finds|something funny there,

The sunlight shining in her hair

When she leaves|you want to follow her anywhere

Her dress is too tight|but you can't let her see you stare

And she's a hot one, a jalapena

Ooh la Senorita

You'll never get close enough

To la Senorita

Hola

You know she has a mind|she has an attitude

And she likes her space and her solitude

She'll tease you or please you|if she's feeling good

Or burn you like you knew she would

When she smiles|It's like the sun shining on your face

Pulling and stretching her leather and lace

And she's a hot one, a jalapena

Ooh la Senorita

In Baja, California

Ooh la Senorita

Ooh la Senorita

Ole