Enrique played in a band.
Down at the sand.
He hustled women and worked on his tan.
Drove an IROQ camero quadrophonic 8 track stereo.
He was a sharp dressin´ suave.
Cultured and smooth ladies man.

Maria stared in the show.
It´s all that she knows.
She loved Enrique and bilar and snow.
She knew her lover had others, but her heart was a desparate young soul.
She sold a night to a stranger while searching for her pot of gold.

We can dance to the rhythm, we can dace to the mornin´ light.
On a sultury summer night.
The time is right for love.
Livin´ libido loco days. [x2]

Arturo led a small gang.
A downtown thang.
He loved Maria the young bird who sang.
He bought her heart for a night, with some lines at the local disco.
She wore his love on her face, in the back of Arturo´s limo.

Enrique was quite aware, of Maria´s afair.
He vowed ´vengence Arturo I swear.´
He brought his blade to the fight, but they both suffered their final blow.
Now Maria´s in mourning, as she´s left to live life alone.

We can dance to the rhythm, we can dace to the mornin´ light.
On a sultury summer night.
The time is right for love.
Livin´ libido loco days. [x2]

It´s been twenty years past, since Maria´s been last.
To the disco where she lost her soul.
She wipes a tear from her eye, and she still fights memories of ago.
As her new limo ride let´s her in and asks ´how much, let´s go.´

We can dance to the rhythm, we can dace to the mornin´ light.
On a sultury summer night.
The time is right for love.
Livin´ libido loco days. [x2]