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
I can't catch your smile
Shape your look because little by little
You keep coming and you keep posing
Cause my canvas is always blank
The hours fly by
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