Midsummer night I met him there, he saw me
Did not know why he had this stare, he was buggin' me
I said, "You got a f- problem? So what you want?
Want me to solve 'em? Pervert
Move outta my face before I scratch yours open
You're workin' on my nerves, nozem"
Alas a word he spoke, nothin' much
And damn, I don't know why, it got me touched
And one thing led to two and before I knew
Got me doing what I wasn't supposed to do
Salsa, lambada and all of that latin fever got me shakin', baby
You (you)
You're my sweet lover king, you're my Don Juan
Boy, you turn me on, come and give me some
Of that good summer lovin', we'll be kissin' and a-huggin'
'Til the mood is gone, and it's time to go home
I'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Have no sorrow
It was fine while we had it
But you know it's time to bag it and
Send it on, send it on
Send it on, send it on
You play me like an instrument
Beethoven or Mozart, they couldn't get in the ring with ya
You're smooth finger touch gets a girl all insane
A real gentleman who knows how to treat a dame
Make me hit the right note when you stroke my snare
Got me singin' opera, the symbiosis near
Make me feel more woman than the woman I am
Fed my soul with the food of celestial brand, ooh
I don't even remember your name, but it's all the same
The mood is right, here by the candlelight
All the lies and clichés a girl wants to hear
They all reached my ear, with the perfect way
You sang me that serenade
(That serenade, that serenade, that, that, that, that, that serenade)
You're my sweet lover king, you're my Don Juan
Boy you turn me on, come and give me some
Of that good summer lovin', we'll be kissin' and a-huggin'
'Til the mood is gone, and it's time to go home
I'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Have no sorrow
It was fine while we had it
But you know it's time to bag it and
Send it on, send it on
Send it on, send it on
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You're my sweet lover king, you're my Don Juan
Boy you turn me on, come and give me some
Of that good summer lovin', we'll be kissin' and a-huggin'
'Til the mood is gone, and it's time to go home
I'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Have no sorrow
It was fine while we had it
But you know it's time to bag it and
Send it on, send it on
Send it on, send it on