Sin-do-you-Rita She make's you sigh sin-more Will love applaud Or cast its eyes Downwards towards The floor Will lust jump From the gallery Deep in Latin voice Pardon me Sin-more Sin-do-you-Rita Salsa with me across The dance floor Sin-do-you-Rita Begs lust for sin-more Who strides towards This Spanish furore With fever and passion Hip, stylish swaying Knives in black boots tight Red the colour of this satire Walking like matadors Bare-chested Masculine hormone, sweating! Now, lust is no more... Sign in to see full entry.