Besamé Morenita - Pedro Infante

Mírame, mírame, quiéreme, quiéreme, bésame morenita

Que me estoy muriendo por esa boquita

Tan jugosa y fresca

Tan coloradita

Como una manzana dulce y madurita

Que me estaba pidiendo «no muerdas tan duro, no seas goloso»

Que chupa, que chupa, que es más sabroso

Así me lo dice mi morenita

Que me estaba diciendo

«Que besa, que besa» la condenada

«Ese mordisco no sabe a nada»

Así me lo dice mi morenita

Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita

Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita

Stolen from an africa land, chased out with a knife

With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike

Oh, well the bars are always open and the time is always right

And if God’s good word goes unspoken the music goes all night

And it goes…

Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay

Mírame, mírame, quiéreme, quiéreme, bésame morenita

Que me estoy muriendo por esa boquita

Tan jugosa y fresca

Tan coloradita

Como una manzana dulce y madurita

Que me estaba pidiendo «no muerdas tan duro, no seas goloso»

Que chupa, que chupa, que es más sabroso

Así me lo dice mi morenita

Que me estaba diciendo

«Que besa, que besa» la condenada

«Ese mordisco no sabe a nada»

Así me lo dice mi morenita

Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita

Mírame, quiéreme, bésame morenita

Bésame morenita

Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay

Look at me, look at me, love me, love me, kiss me brunette

That I'm dying for that little mouth

so juicy and fresh

so red

Like a sweet and ripe apple

That he was asking me "don't bite so hard, don't have a sweet tooth"

That sucks, that sucks, that is tastier

That's what my little brunette tells me

what was he saying to me

«What a kiss, what a kiss» the damned

"That bite tastes like nothing"

That's what my little brunette tells me

Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette

Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette

Stolen from an africa land, chased out with a knife

With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike

Oh, well the bars are always open and the time is always right

And if God's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night

And it goes…

Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay

Look at me, look at me, love me, love me, kiss me brunette

That I'm dying for that little mouth

so juicy and fresh

so red

Like a sweet and ripe apple

That he was asking me "don't bite so hard, don't have a sweet tooth"

That sucks, that sucks, that is tastier

That's what my little brunette tells me

what was he saying to me

«What a kiss, what a kiss» the damned

"That bite tastes like nothing"

That's what my little brunette tells me

Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette

Look at me, love me, kiss me brunette

kiss me brunette

Ay, aay, a-a-a-aay