| You're tossed by the lips of my lover. | |
| Don't worry, she's just out of control. | |
| In the store your top looked a little bigger, it's alright. | |
| I like you raw, I like to thrawl, I like you to grumble. | |
| Hey, what's that mess on your breast? | |
| A girl walks in and asks 'What's this flirting?' | |
| Don't get angry, I'm merely hooked on chili. | |
| Hey friend, your sunny boots are singing. | |
| Red and green skirts are made to flirt. | |
| Your legs are all filled with stuffing, you're so fine. | |
| On my wall hangs a Japanese carving. | |
| Still it never seems to match your fame. | |
| Swollen veins on my forehead, I'm sweating. | |
| I'm merely hooked on chili. | |
| I'm tired of this living, I want to go back to Peru. | |
| Can't you find love and respect in your heart, don't be so cruel. | |
| I won't turn my face away, I know you love the way I cry. | |
| I'm dreaming. | |
| You're dreaming of me. | |
| I'm leaving. | |
| No, you'll end in my soup. | |
| Hey girl, your sunny boots are still singing. | |
| Red and green skirts I like them to flirt. | |
| Screaming hot pearls on my forehead, I'm sweating. | |
| I'm merely hooked on chili. | |
| I'm sweating baby. | |
| Don't get angry honey. | |
| I'm just hooked on chili. | |
| I like it raw. I like it in soup. | |
| I like it in stew. I like it cooked. | |
| I like it boiled. | |
| Have you ever tried chili chili vodka? | |
| It's very, very simple, you just put the chili in the vodka, | |
| and leave it there for a few days, | |
| and hopefully your night, hopefully your night will be alright. |