When my baby... When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio, De Janeiro
My Oh mio, I go wild and then I have to do the samba and la bamba
Now I'm not the kind of person with a passion or persuasion for dancing or
but I give into the rhythm and my feet follow the beating of my heart, Whoaooh
When My Baby... When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio, De Janeiro
I'm a salsa fellow, When my baby smiles at me the sun, it lightens up my life
and I am FREE at last . . . What a Blast . . .
When my baby ...
When my baby smiles at me I feel like Tarzan, of the jungle
There on the hot sand, in a bungalow where monkeys play above ah,
we'll make love, Now I'm
not the kind to let vibrations, trigger my imagination easily,
no that's just not for me
But I turn into a tiger every time I get beside the one I love, LOVE, LOVE .....