I start to paint you and I can't get it
After studying you slowly I end up thinking
What's missing on my palette
Intense colors that reflect your rare beauty
Shape your look because little by little
You keep coming and you keep posing
Cause my canvas is always blank
I strip the advance work for your portrait
I suspect you're in no hurry
And that you are pleased to see that little by little
We're going without brake
For the account of the pachanga
Ay, ey-ey (I only think of you)
I suspect you're in no hurry
(I only think of you) uhohuhohuhoh
I start to paint you and I can't get it
(I only think of you) Your face appears to me
Hey what (let's go there)
Or I'm going there, come on, I
Or I'm going over there, come on, how?
I suspect you're in no hurry