LEARN LYRICS

I don't want compassion
I don't want pity
I want a hard love that can make me vibrate
I want your taste
I want your sweat
I want your madness that makes me delirious
Pure cane, pure love
Love Mexican-style
Of cumbia, huapango, and son
Horse, boot, and sombrero
Tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love Mexican-style
Hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me
My macho at heart
Love Mexican-style
Of cumbia, huapango, and son
Horse, boot, and sombrero
Tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love Mexican-style
Hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me
My macho at heart
Love Mexican-style
Love Mexican-style
Love Mexican-style
Love Mexican-style
I want it gentle
I want it really rough
I want that it reach me down to the bottom of my heart
I want it slow
I always want more
I want that it scare me until I lose my mind
Pure cane, pure love
Love Mexican-style
Of cumbia, huapango, and son
Horse, boot, and sombrero
Tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love Mexican-style
Hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me
My macho at heart
Love Mexican-style
Of cumbia, huapango, and son
Horse, boot, and sombrero
Tequila, tobacco, and rum
Love Mexican-style
Hot to the rhythm of the sun
Slowly and then it kills me
My macho at heart
Love Mexican-style
Love Mexican-style
Ay, I want your love down to the bottom of my heart
Love Mexican-style
Ay, in your madness I want to lose my mind
Love Mexican-style
Softly, slowly, I want it
Love Mexican-style
For affection, for delirium, I'm dying