Rhythm of the Sun

She’s moving like a storm in the night, Got that fire, got that light. From the streets of Paris to Beirut, She’s playing on her own flute. No words needed, just the beat, Feel the heat upon your feet. Is it French? Is it Colombian? Baby, tell me, are you dreaming? One step left, one step right, Hold me tight, don’t let go tonight. The rhythm takes control of your soul, We’re losing mind, we’re losing goal! Chère amie, tu es partie... Yeah! Oh yeah! Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime... Shake it up! Move your hips! Don’t stop! La lambada, la lambada... Oye! Mi vida! Siente el ritmo! Golden skin and dark eyes, Underneath the tropical skies. You spin around, I fall down, Queen of dance, wear the crown. Not a word, just a glance, Give the passion one more chance. Accordion screams, guitar cries, Truth is hidden in disguise. Left... Right... Spin... Bite... Faster... Faster... Don’t think, just feel! Make it real! Chère amie, tu es partie... I’m still here! Can you hear? Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime... Hips don’t lie, baby! Dance with me! La lambada, la lambada... Waka waka, eh eh! Lambada! Je t’aime... Lambada...