[Intro: Cuban Link]
Sing, all you gotta do is sing (Oooh-ooh-oh)
Michael Jackson, who could sing?
But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world
(You're my pretty lady, baby, yeah)
[Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine]
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Baby, you making me crazy
The way you shake your waist got me hasty
To get face-to-face and just taste the pastry
Lately, you been waiting for that tongue massage
A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge
Pardon, ma, but from the start, I was guilty as charged
We was gods wit' no regards, just strictly menage-es-trois
At the bar puffin' Cuban cigars, playin' my part
As a deeper heart with the streets smarts to read your thoughts
But its hard 'cause you're different
You're far from a pigeon, you my princess
The vision which got me switchin' religions
It's tradition, you even hit the kitchens witout bitchin
Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen's picture
So your wish is my command, give you kisses on your hand
Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand
Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun, now who the man
Catch a tan, while we bangin' bodies on the sand, understand?
Sing, all you gotta do is sing (Oooh-ooh-oh)
Michael Jackson, who could sing?
But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world
(You're my pretty lady, baby, yeah)
[Chorus: Cuban Link & Tony Sunshine]
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
Baby, you're my favorite lady
You make me go so crazy
For that taste of pastry
[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Baby, you making me crazy
The way you shake your waist got me hasty
To get face-to-face and just taste the pastry
Lately, you been waiting for that tongue massage
A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge
Pardon, ma, but from the start, I was guilty as charged
We was gods wit' no regards, just strictly menage-es-trois
At the bar puffin' Cuban cigars, playin' my part
As a deeper heart with the streets smarts to read your thoughts
But its hard 'cause you're different
You're far from a pigeon, you my princess
The vision which got me switchin' religions
It's tradition, you even hit the kitchens witout bitchin
Theres nuttin missin, u perfect like Roger Clemen's picture
So your wish is my command, give you kisses on your hand
Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand
Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun, now who the man
Catch a tan, while we bangin' bodies on the sand, understand?
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