Salsa Girl
There’s a song bird dancing in the sand on a moonlit night. Bare feet, dreadlocks with shells revealed by the light
Like a midnight movie scene,
or a jitterbug dancin’ in the light of a full moon beam
There’s a wild bird, dancing to the beat of a conga drum
In her own world under a mango tree. Drinkin’ coconut rum
She’s got the rhythm in her soul
Mama says she danced long before she crawled
They call her Salsa Girl
An exotic Caribbean pearl
Give her any kind of beat, feel the ground its movin’ Under your feet
There’s a rare bird dancing to the beat of a different drum in a dream space, believes in her heart
That her day will come
Etched in her mind, her place in the sun before she turned nine
Salsa Girl, an exotic Caribbean pearl
Any kind of beat, feel the ground, its moving
Under your feet
Spicy, exotic, beautiful Salsa Girl
Give her Congas, bongos, steel drums or hollow drift wood
Reggae tone, samba, hip hop or Bossa nova, tango, Cha Cha Cha
There’s a fine bird, head to toe in feathers for the big parade
Hibiscus lined floats glide past the judges on Carnival Day
Takes her place in line
Stand back, watch out, she’s about to blow their minds
The newest Carnival Queen
Livin’ her childhood dream
Any kind a beat
Feel the ground its moving under your feet
Spicy exotic beautiful Salsa Girl
Congas or bongos, Steel drums or hollow driftwood Reggae tone, Samba, hip hop or Bossa Nova Tango or cha cha cha
But most of all, she loves her Salsa