Carlos Santana, Rob Thomas
A, Am, B, C, D, Dm, E, Em, F, G
Man, it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you spurring words, melt everyone, and you stay so cool
My Muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You are my reason for reason
To step in my groove
And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
It's the same still emotion that I get from you
You got a kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart, make it real or else forget about it
But I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave, it'd be a crying shame In every breath and every word
I hear your name calling me out Up from the burial
You hear my rhythm on the radio You feel the turning of the world
so soft and slow starting you round and round and if you said this life ain't cold enough
i would give my world to lift you up i could change my life to better suit your mood
because you're so smooth
Well, it's just like the ocean under the moon It's the same as still emotion that I get
from you You got a kind of lovin' that can be so smooth
Yeah, give me your heart, make it real Or else forget about it
Well, it's just like the ocean under the moon It's the same as still emotion that I get
from you You got a kind of lovin' that can be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real Or else forget about it
Or else forget about it Or else forget about it
Or else forget about it Give me your heart, make it real
let's go forget about it let's don't forget about it
let's don't forget about it let's don't forget about it
let's don't forget about it let's don't forget about it
Let's not forget about it Let's not forget about it