What pretty eyes you have
Underneath those two eyebrows
Underneath those two eyebrows
What pretty eyes you have!
They want me to watch them,
But (only) if you don't leave them
But (only) if you don't leave them,
Not even to blink.
Malaguena Salerosa
I wanted to kiss your lips
I wanted to kiss your lips
Malaguena Salerosa.
If you despise me for being poor,
I grant you reason,
I grant you reason,
If you despise me for being poor.
I do not offer you wealth,
I offer you my heart.
I offer you my heart,
In exchange for my poverty.
And to tell you, beautiful girl,
You are pretty and magical (spellbinding, tricky, whatever)
You are pretty and magical (or above)
Like the candor of a rose.
The Tubes - Malagueña Salerosa Lyrics
The Tubes - Malagueña Salerosa Lyrics
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What pretty eyes you have
Underneath those two eyebrows
Underneath those two eyebrows
What pretty eyes you have!
They want me to watch them,
But (only) if you don't leave them
But (only) if you don't leave them,
Not even to blink.
Malaguena Salerosa
I wanted to kiss your lips
I wanted to kiss your lips
Malaguena Salerosa.
If you despise me for being poor,
I grant you reason,
I grant you reason,
If you despise me for being poor.
I do not offer you wealth,
I offer you my heart.
I offer you my heart,
In exchange for my poverty.
And to tell you, beautiful girl,
You are pretty and magical (spellbinding, tricky, whatever)
You are pretty and magical (or above)
Like the candor of a rose.
Underneath those two eyebrows
Underneath those two eyebrows
What pretty eyes you have!
They want me to watch them,
But (only) if you don't leave them
But (only) if you don't leave them,
Not even to blink.
Malaguena Salerosa
I wanted to kiss your lips
I wanted to kiss your lips
Malaguena Salerosa.
If you despise me for being poor,
I grant you reason,
I grant you reason,
If you despise me for being poor.
I do not offer you wealth,
I offer you my heart.
I offer you my heart,
In exchange for my poverty.
And to tell you, beautiful girl,
You are pretty and magical (spellbinding, tricky, whatever)
You are pretty and magical (or above)
Like the candor of a rose.
Writer: BUD DASHIELL, TRAVIS EDMONSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC