YOU LOVE MY STYLE

YOU LOVE MY STYLE
(P. Valls / P. Valls, Mota)

In the hot summer time,
let’s go to the sound system,
welcome to special day,
go to the paradise.
You love my style.

Together dancing “moonwalk”,
I will take you a kiss.
Get close to me,
don’t ask me twice.
You love my style.

And you and me,
sailing the see,
to the black-music country.
Tonight embrassed, baby.
You love my style.

Ska, watered seed by the simple nature.
Listen your own voice; come on!
Feel the roots of the ground.
Then, remember:
the beauty is an agreement
between the heart and the head.

Listen the saxophone,
the drums beats to your heart,
the bass is going on,
the trumpet turns you up.
You love my style.

Baby, you gotta wait.
‘Cause this is just a dream.
A rudeboy like me,
can’t buy this trip...
You love my style.

And you and me,
sailing the see,
to the black-music country.
Tonight embrassed, baby.
You love my style.