Heat - Gloria Estefan

Something happens you can’t explain

And now you’re thinking why

Why’d it happen that way

As you’re dancing you look down and stare at your body

It’s so confusing you sip on your drink

Now you’re sweatin' like everyone else at the party

But ecstasy ends---quicker than you think

Much hotter than what you’re used to

Gotta let that conga move

Hot like the summers in Cuba

Baby girl it’s up to you

And the mist machines feel like rain

To cool the heat — from salsa aches

Just let your spirit fly

It’s hot so dance on, diablo

As you’re dancing you look down and stare at your body

It’s so confusing you sip on your drink

Now you’re sweatin' like everyone else at the party

But ecstasy ends---quicker than you think

Much hotter than what you’re used to

Gotta let that conga move

Hot like the summers in Cuba

Baby girl its up to you

C’mon now chica

Don’t keep it bottled

Not for mañana

Aka tomorrow

C’mon candela

Uh, dejalo

Eres la estrella

Tonight’s your sueño