Well, i had this Latin lover whose
name was Jorge,
We made love with our music everyday.
Beating out rythms on the conga,
moving our hipds to the beat of the salsa.
And no, we weren't perfect, but stil we were proud,
We let our voices ring out loud.
Our voices rang out loud...

And Jorge, he had a panther tattoed on his chest,
and every time i saw it i became obsessed.
With kissing him all over; from head to toe,
and in all the secret places, even down to...well you know.
I'm sure you know...

Jorge was the Latin lover of my dreams,
He was my king and i was his queen.
Together, we committed the ultimate crime,
i stole his heart and he stole mine.
I stole his...and he stole mine

We burn each other each time we kiss,
But we're magnetically drawn to each other's lips.
We steal each other's breath away,
each time we do our sexy role play.
Where he's the doctor;and i'm the nurse,
And scratching and biting doesn't hurt.
Scratching and biting don't hurt.

Jorge, Latin lover of my dreams,
he was my king and i was his queen...
I was his queen...