Sitting in the corner with a coffee cup

Reading the newspaper, not looking up

She smiles as she finds something funny there,

The sunlight shining in her hair



When she leaves you want to follow her anywhere

Her dress is too tight but you can't let her see you stare



And she's a hot one, a jalepena

Ooh la Senorita

You'll never get close enough

To la Senorita



Hora, sa fuega



You know she has a mind, she has an attitude

And she likes her space and her solitude

She'll tease you or please you, if she's feeling good

Or burn you like you knew she would



When she smiles It's like the sun shining on your face

Pulling and stretching her leather and lace



And she's a hot one, a jalepena

Ooh la Senorita

In Baja, California

Ooh la Senorita

Ooh la Senorita



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