Carlos Santana, Rob Thomas
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Man, it's that hot one, like seven inches from the middle sun, I hear you whisperin'
them words, mutin' every one, but you stay so good.
My money good time, my Spanish high in Mona Lisa, you're not handsome for a reason, don't
Just stepping in my groove
And set this life
And look at my dream
My world
To live it up
I'll change my life
To put on sweet your mood
'Cause you're so smooth
And this world shines under the moon
Let's see the brilliant motion that I get from you
You gotta give it love and don't get too smooth
Give me your heart, make me weird, and don't forget about it
I do one thing
You are rewarded, leave the crying shame
In every breath and every word
And had your name calling me out
Out from the barrio
You heard my hit on the radio
You feel the turning of the world
So soft and slow
Turning you round and round
And if I say this life ain't gonna know
I would, my word, to leave you were I'm going to my life be the sweet yellow moon
'Cause it's so smooth
And it's just like an ocean under the moon
Well, it's the same plain emotion that I get from you
You got a kind of lovin' that can't be no good
Give me your heart, make it real, I don't forget about it
And it's just like an ocean under the moon
Well, this faint, faint emotion that I get from you
You got a kind of lovin' that can't be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real, I don't forget about it
I don't smoke and I don't buy it
I don't smoke and I don't buy it
I don't smoke and I don't buy it
I don't smoke and I don't buy it
I don't smoke and I don't buy it