Christian Paul - Maria lyrics
[Christian Paul - Maria lyrics]
I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you yeah, you flawless
Girl, I love your proportions to be honest
You're just my type
I never wanna leave your side
You my little baby, you're my ride or die
I heard how he did you, let me wipe your eyes
Acting like you don't want me to be yours
Don't lie you'll be thinkin' 'bout me when
You sleep at night
Yeah, yeah, I know that I'm on your mind
You my little baby, you're my ride or die
Show me, show me what you gon' do
Know you ain't shy (O oh)
Tell me, tell me how you really feel
You can confide in me
I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you yeah, you flawless
Girl, I love your proportions to be honest
You're a problem that's on God, yeah, oh
So I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you
Do I really gotta beg?
Put my best foot first
You can have a whole leg
Do you even gotta ask?
Maria, Maria, how could I let you pass?
Your brown eyes make me go wild
Whisper, "Te amo
" in your ear to make you smile
But, you're still playing hard to get
Yeah, yeah
Show me, show me what you gon' do
Know you ain't shy (O oh)
Tell me, tell me how you really feel
You can confide in me
I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you yeah, you flawless
Girl, I love your proportions to be honest
You're a problem that's on God, yeah, oh
So I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you
'Cause, I want you yeah, you flawless
Girl, I love your proportions to be honest
You're just my type
I never wanna leave your side
You my little baby, you're my ride or die
I heard how he did you, let me wipe your eyes
Acting like you don't want me to be yours
Don't lie you'll be thinkin' 'bout me when
You sleep at night
Yeah, yeah, I know that I'm on your mind
You my little baby, you're my ride or die
Show me, show me what you gon' do
Know you ain't shy (O oh)
Tell me, tell me how you really feel
You can confide in me
I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you yeah, you flawless
Girl, I love your proportions to be honest
You're a problem that's on God, yeah, oh
So I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you
Do I really gotta beg?
Put my best foot first
You can have a whole leg
Do you even gotta ask?
Maria, Maria, how could I let you pass?
Your brown eyes make me go wild
Whisper, "Te amo
" in your ear to make you smile
But, you're still playing hard to get
Yeah, yeah
Show me, show me what you gon' do
Know you ain't shy (O oh)
Tell me, tell me how you really feel
You can confide in me
I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you yeah, you flawless
Girl, I love your proportions to be honest
You're a problem that's on God, yeah, oh
So I call you my little Spanish Harlem
'Cause, I want you