I've got to say there's
Something on my mind
About the way you've been
For a long, long time.
You've got your mind set up
On what your going to do;
Let me tell you, baby:
Momma didn't raise no fool.

You're my little senorita.
Y tu guera la mas bonita.
You got it going on. (Hey, hey, hey.)

Momma warned me about
A girl like you.
Said a girl like that is gonna
Break your heart in two.
Your sexy legs and hair
And nasty looking walk.
Stop right there, Momma;
You know that's what I want.

You're my little senorita.
Y tu guera la mas bonita.
You got it going on. (Hey, hey, hey.)
You're my little senorita.
Y tu guera la mas bonita.
You got it going on. (Hey, hey, hey.)

You're my little senorita.
Y tu guera la mas bonita.
You got it going on. (Hey, hey, hey.)
You're my little senorita.
Y tu guera la mas bonita.
You got it going on. (Hey, hey, hey.)

(You're my little senorita.)