Gloria Estefan - Heat Lyrics

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Heat

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What Are The Lyrics For Heat By Gloria Estefan?
As soon as you hear the music play
Something happens you can't explain And now you're thinking why Why'd it happen that way As you're dancing you look down and stare at your body It's so confusing you sip on your drink Now you're sweatin' like everyone else at the party But ecstasy ends quicker than you think Much hotter than what you're used to Gotta let that conga move Hot like the summers in Cuba Baby girl it's up to you And the mist machines feel like rain To cool the heat from salsa aches Just let your spirit fly It's hot so dance on, diablo As you're dancing you look down and stare at your body It's so confusing you sip on your drink Now you're sweatin' like everyone else at the party But ecstasy ends quicker than you think Much hotter than what you're used to Gotta let that conga move Hot like the summers in Cuba Baby girl it's up to you Come on now chica don't keep it bottled Not for mañana AKA tomorrow Come on candela, uh, déjalo Eres la estrella Tonight's your sueño As you're dancing you look down and stare at your body It's so confusing you sip on your drink Now you're sweatin' like everyone else at the party But ecstasy ends quicker than you think Much hotter than what you're used to Gotta let that conga move Hot like the summers in Cuba Baby girl it's up to you Come on now chica don't keep it bottled Not for mañana a.k.a tomorrow Come on candela, uh, déjalo Eres la estrella Tonight's your sueño It's so confusing you sip on your drink come on candela, tonight's your sueño come on candela, come on candela, |
Who Wrote Heat By Gloria Estefan?
Pharrell Williams
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What's The Duration Of The Heat By Gloria Estefan?The duration of Heat is 3:49 minutes and seconds. |
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