Seeing your pretty eyes and seeing your lovely curves
I tell myself, 'Oh, Chabela'
And knowing you don't want me and seeing you scorn me
I tell myself, 'Oh, Chabela'
When I'm walking underneath your window
I shout out, 'Hey, Chabela'
But then out comes your brother and your mom, and your dad
And they're like, 'Oh, Chabela'
Oh, Chabela, Chabela, Chabela
It's the name that I carry
In my days and in my nights
And I fall asleep and I wake up
And in my dreams I gaze at you
And I tell you, 'Oh, Chabela'
When you walk by showing off your curves
I tell myself, 'Oh my, Chabela'
Then I see you fooling around and flirting with others
And I'm like, 'Yeah right, Miss Cleopatra, huh?, you mess, Chabela'
But if you'd finally pay me mind and gave me a hug
I'd tell you, 'What a stunning woman, look how fine you've gotten'. Oh, Chabela
But your love's a lost cause, I'd rather take a bullet
And I tell you, 'Goodbye Chabela'
Oh, Chabela, Chabela, Chabela
It's the name that I carry
In my days and in my nights
I fall asleep and I wake up
And in my dreams I gaze at you
And I tell you, 'Oh, Chabela'