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Sexy cuban merangue beat late at night around a smokey fire with sexy girls watched and wanted by the boys.
Group of men and women around a bonfire. Boy sees girl. Boy makes play for girl. Girl accepts. Girl comes to boy. Another boy intercedes. First boy comes to rescue.
Gathered round the bonfire, embers in the air.
The boys are sizing up the girls from their easy chair.
The girls know that the boys are watching everything they do.
They're competing in their way. They know who is who.
One girl stands out all alone. She knows she's the prize.
She moves as if she's dancing. She can feel their hungry eyes.
They want you. They want you.
I catch her eye. She hesitates. We play tag through the flames.
I point at her to make it clear I mean to stake a claim.
She accepts with half a smile. She turns to tell her friends.
They look over then go over how the night might end.
She carefully makes her way around the open fire.
With every well-placed step she knows she's stoking our desire.
We want you. We want you.
The blazing flames are flickering, reflecting off her skin.
Her shorts are tight. They fit just right. Her top is see-through thin.
She's stepping up and over and around limbs gracefully.
All the boys are mesmerized. She is their fantasy.
An alpha dog puts out his paw and pulls her to his knee.
He holds her firm. She resists. Still she can't get free.
He wants you. He wants you.
As she fends away his groping hands she looks my way.
I get up with measured pace to minimize the fray.
Using one hand I reach out and take her off his knee.
With my other hand out I say, "She belongs with me."
I want you. I want you.
I want you. I want you. I want you.
You better make it nice ... or I'll give you back. I want you.
I mean ... ... real nice. I want you. I want you.
(Distortion guitar instrumental to fade out.)