Ay yi yi yi yi, these are the days
after five in the month of May
I want to hear the strum of strings
I wants to hear her voice when she sings
giving my love it's wings
there are so many things
see what the future brings
Ay yi yi yi yi, these are the moves
I feel it in the floor, in the grooves-
in the riffs from the Mariachi band
she reaches over -takes my hand
Si Si I think I can now understand
where the swaying is going
how her eyes are glowing.
Ay yi yi yi yi, time has stopped this week
like the flush on her cheeks
in the moment, trapped in the sway
love and magic, this is the stage
this is the play, this is the way
I want it to all remain
in the unspeakable refrain
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