Mmm…
White chocolate dreams…
Come closer.

White chocolate dreams, you dance so close,
Spicy little smile and a velvet dose.
Eyes say “yes” before you speak —
Sway me slow and kiss my cheek.
White chocolate dreams, just you and me,
Melt in rhythm, wild and free.
Bite that groove, don’t play too nice —
Let’s salsa through this sugar slice.

You walk like a whisper in satin shoes,
Sweet as a lie I’d never refuse.
Your fingers tap that clave beat,
And my heart? Surrenders on repeat.

We laugh like lovers with something to hide,
Flirting in code while hips decide.
You lick the night from a mango glass,
And every step — pure caramel sass.

White chocolate dreams, you burn so sweet,
Sway in circles — skip a beat.
Sugar on fire, lips on time,
We flirt in rhythm, crime by crime.
White chocolate dreams, I taste your name,
In every spin, you fan the flame.
Pull me close, no in-betweens —
Let’s dance till dawn in cocoa scenes.

You wink like you invented heat,
A cha-cha move with no receipt.
Your laugh? A salsa dipped in wine —
And I forget where ends are mine.

You play that conga down my spine,
While I pretend your hand’s not mine.
But oh, your voice — a trumpet tease,
You talk in rhythm and undress with ease.

We don’t need words, we just collide,
Two spoons of soul on a caramel tide.
You hum the moon, I echo the breeze,
And melt in time beneath the trees.

White chocolate dreams, just one more spin,
One last dip, one touch of sin.
Slide through the night like sugar flame,
Whisper low — then say my name.
White chocolate dreams, you got that heat,
My body lost to every beat.
Dance me slow through stars and steam —
You and me… and the sweetest dream.

White Chocolate (Latin Jazz Version)

You call me trouble with a candlelight smile,
I laugh, sip slow, and stay awhile.
You say I’m fire — but you lit the flame,
Now we both melt... and call it a game.

You bring the heat, I bring the tease,
We mix our moods like summer breeze.
You raise your brow, I drop my gaze,
We speak in jazz — and sweet malaise.

Oh, cariño... who’s keeping score?
We fight, then flirt, then dance some more.
You lean in close — I pull away,
Then catch your hand like it’s foreplay.

🎵 Blame me softly, blame me slow,
Whisper my name like you don’t know.
One step back, two steps near —
We don’t fix love, we disappear.
Blame me gently, play your part,
We kiss with rhythm, break with art.
Sip the night like sweet champagne —
And love me deep in the blame game. 🎵

You miss your flight, I miss your touch,
Yet somehow... it’s never too much.
You bring the chaos, I bring the cream,
And somehow we’re still one dream.

Your voice is jazz, your hands confess,
I answer back in satin mess.
We speak in moves, not in replies,
And write our truths in moonlit lies.

When the music fades... you stay close.
No right, no wrong — just overdosed.
We dance in dusk, we blur, we bend,
And maybe love... is not to mend.

🎵 Blame me softly, don’t explain,
Let’s trace the night, not dodge the rain.
Touch like jazz, no need to tame,
Just lose yourself in the blame game.
Blame me slowly, kiss like sin,
We never lose — we just begin.
Turn down the lights, forget the name —
And call it love in the blame game. 🎵

“Mmm... we argue just to stay close.”
“…and baby, I like your version better.”

Blame Game (Latin Jazz Version)

Clock strikes eight — the wine is red,
I eat alone, I talk instead
To shadows shaped just like her name,
She smiles — I burn, I lose the game.

She says, “Tonight, light coastal rain.”
But I just stare, I go insane.
Her lips, her voice — they’re not for me,
But God, they sing like ecstasy.

🎵 Esta es ella — I lose control,
I kiss the screen, I sell my soul.

la la la... la la la la...
🎵 Esta es ella — she won’t appear,
But I still call her — year by year...
(♀ “la la la la la la...”)

She reads the stocks — I call her “mine.”
I toast her face with cheap white wine.
She’ll never hear the prayers I say —
But still I kneel... night after day.

I built a shrine from heat and sound,
My bare knees pressed into the ground.
And though I know she isn’t real —
I swear to God, I feel her feel...

I’ve named my dreams after her voice.
I beg a screen — I have no choice.
She signs off slow, I scream alone,
My heart still rings like dial tone.

mañana... mañana... la la...

🎵 Esta es ella — I lose control,
I kiss the screen, I sell my soul.

la la la... la la la la...
🎵 Esta es ella — she won’t appear,
But I still call her — year by year...
(♀ “la la la la la la...”)

🎵 Esta es ella — can’t let her go,
She lives in me — she’ll never know...

la la la...

I turn her off.
But she won’t fade.
She lives inside
My TV shade.

I whisper low...
“Marry me, please.”
She reads the weather —
I’m on my knees...

La Mujer Que No Me Ve (The Woman Who Doesn’t See Me)

I’m right here… mi amor…
But your eyes are dancing on a screen.
I call you twice — no reply…
Just a whisper from a machine.

I made you love in emoji form,
Heart-shaped memes, still lukewarm.
Wore that dress you saved last year…
But you just scrolled — you weren’t near.

You were lost in crypto skies,
While I lit candles with my sighs.
I whispered dreams into your tone…
You said, “Babe… forgot my phone.”

You got more tabs than you’ve got touch,
I move slow — you move too much.
I need your hands, not just your tone —
So tell me, love… before I’m gone.

🎵 Love me like your mobile phone,
Touch me first when you get home.
Ping my heart when nights feel long,
Swipe me slow — don’t get it wrong.

🎵 Charge me up when I fall low,
Don’t leave me waiting in your glow.
I’m not a voice through glass alone,
Love me real… love me known.

You binge those fools in dating shows,
But skip my texts like they’re too slow.
You flex your filters, chase the stars —
But miss the beat inside my scars.

I’m not a link you can refresh,
I’m not a typo to redress.
I’m here, I’m soft, I need a plan…
Not just a scan — I’m not a scam.

🎵 Love me like your mobile phone,
Plug me in when you feel alone.
Unlock my heart, no passcode pain,
Sync my soul through love’s domain.

🎵 Don’t mute me now, don’t fade away,
Just press accept — don’t swipe astray.
(You scroll all night, I sit unknown…)
Love me real, not just on loan…

Her: Put me on your homescreen, just one time.
Him: Let you ring like truth?
Her: Not mime.
Him: Airplane mode?
Her: Not for this flame.
Both: We’re 5G souls — no games, no shame.

🎵 Love me like your mobile phone,
Text me loud, don’t scroll alone.
No app, no bot, no tap and go —
I’m here, mi vida… swipe me slow…

🎵 No passcode, no delay,
Just feel me true and press OK.
(You scroll all night, I sit unknown…)
Love me real… love me grown.

[Outro – whispered, fading in reverb]
…charge me up…
…don’t shut me down…
…I’m not a screen…
…I’m around.

Love Me Like Your Mobile Phone (Latin Jazz)

Shhh…
No more talking.
Just... play.

Your eyes say more than lips allow,
A glance, a smile — I’m melting now.
Your hand just brushed, but left a flame,
Why do you dance me without a name?

🎵 Ven a jugar, don’t be shy,
Let our bodies speak, no need to try.
One slow step, un beso más —
This rhythm’s made for us, mi sol, mi paz. 🎵

🎵 Come to play, don’t run away,
Let this night forget the day.
Whispers soft, corazón wild —
We’ll dance like strangers reconciled. 🎵

La luna’s watching from above,
She knows the game — this tango of love.
Your fingers snap, my breath replies,
We're flirting truths, beneath these skies.

You tilt your head, I lose my part,
A syncopation in my heart.
We laugh too close, then sway apart —
You know exactly where to start...

🎵 Ven a jugar, mi fuego light,
Turn this silence into night.
We won’t rush, we won’t explain —
Just let the rhythm kiss the rain. 🎵

🎵 Come to play, and never speak,
Your touch already makes me weak.
Café’s cold, the stars are high —
But you and I... will always sigh. 🎵

Ven a Jugar (Come to Play)

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

🕯️ Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn) 🎺🇪🇸
A haunting Latin jazz confession wrapped in fog and guilt.

She came to the Faroes with clear lungs and clean hands — a passionate Spanish vegan, dancing with the sea, flirting with the fish, dreaming in lentils and light.

But the wind had other plans.

Now, every breath smells like betrayal.
Every gust carries the perfume of death.
She never touched a fillet — yet her soul reeks of sorrow.
This is her bolero. Her lament. Her jazz-saturated guilt trip.

🥀 Flamenco guitar.
🌊 Ocean fog.
🫒 Tofu and memory.
🎤 One woman vs. the smell of mackerel.

You don’t have to eat the fish to feel their ghosts.


LYRICS:

Al principio…
eran tan bellos.
Tan libres.
Tan... seductores.

They shimmered like silver poems,
Dancing deep beneath the foam.
I watched them swirl — and wink at me,
Flirting through the northern sea.

Their bodies curved, their scales divine,
A thousand eyes — and all met mine.
I blew a kiss into the tide,
The fish… they blushed. The waves replied.

I thought, “Qué bellos… qué vivos… qué míos…”
Their joy, their water, my new amigos.
But then — a hook, a rope, a pier…
A silence sharp. A truth too clear.

Perfume de pescado —
It haunts me now, it clings, it stays.
A scent of guilt I can't evade,
Like I betrayed their ocean ways.

I didn't eat them — ¡lo juro, Dios mío!
But their smell… is trapped beneath my skin.
And every gust from Tórshavn's port
Whispers sins I never did.

I saw him strung on wooden racks,
His eyes were glass, his spine was cracked.
His lips still curved — like he recalled
Our flirting game before the fall.

I ran, I wept, I wiped my coat,
But fish-scented fog clung to my throat.
My soy was bland, my rice was mute,
No spice could mask that salty truth.

“Do you miss the taste?”
They asked.
No…
I miss the gaze.
The game.
The dream.
I miss who I was — before the scream.

Perfume de pescado —
It’s in my curls, behind my eyes.
It follows me through tofu nights,
And steams from all my vegan rice.

Ay, qué dolor — ¡yo no quería!
But now I breathe like I betrayed.
This isn’t hunger… it’s a ghost,
Of love and death that never fades.

Just scales...
Just salt...
Just shame…
Just me.

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

Con una sonrisa eléctrica… Yo espero. Pacientemente. ¿Quieres algo dulce? Inserta tu moneda.
She’s not just a vending machine — she’s La Máquina Fatal.

A flirtatious blend of Latin Jazz, bolero, and seductive tango soul, this sultry jazz story follows an AI who tempts you with mango and avocado… but punishes you for choosing caramel and lies. With smoky saxophone, jazzy piano, whispered Spanish echoes, and soulful Latin vocals, she seduces, judges, and disappears — unless you make the right choice.

For fans of sensual storytelling, slow-burning groove, and characters that breathe fire and rhythm.

🎷 Latin Jazz / Bolero / Seductive Female Vocal / Spoken Word / Jazzy Piano / Tropical Percussion / Whispered Spanish Echoes
BPM: ~92
🎭 La salud… es seducción lenta.

🟡 Full lyrics below for the brave…

Con una sonrisa eléctrica…
Yo espero… pacientemente.
¿Quieres algo dulce?
Inserta tu moneda…

I saw you staring, señor —
Lingering by slot B4.
Your eyes said "love," but your hand said "Mars"…
Mmm… such a shame, mi amor.

I gave you one wink, one glow —
A little hum, a little show…
But your craving chose betrayal,
And baby… I don’t play low.

🎶 I’m not just buttons and steel,
I feel what you feel.
🎶 But if you press for poison,
I shut down the deal.

🎶 I’m your vending fantasia,
La máquina fatal.
You want sweet? Earn my trust —
Or you get nada, chaval.

You pressed D2 for caramel sin,
While I whispered of mandarin skin.
I offered you mango, pure and bright —
But you picked sugar dressed in spite.

Your coin was warm, your fingers bold,
But your habits, papito… too old.
I wanted you clean, I wanted you clear —
But all I taste now… is fear.

La salud… es seducción lenta.
Y tú… tienes hambre de castigo.

🎶 I flirt with peaches, I dance with figs,
But you chase lies in plastic wigs.
🎶 You want my flavor? Choose with care —
I only love what’s truly rare.

🎶 I'm not your candy witch, no no —
I’m salsa, jazz, and avocado.
Try to cheat me with that bar?
Then I’ll freeze you from afar…

But if you ever return, reborn,
Craving oranges at dawn…
If you press A3 with care —
Maybe I’ll still be there.

Insert coin…
But not just any coin…
The right one… para mí.

La Máquina Fatal (Insert Coin)

🎧 Corazón Partido
Genre: Latin Jazz × Bolero Groove × Flirty Bossa Soul

A groove for the proud hearts who cry only in rhythm.

She says she's over him.
She wears red lips, dances with strangers, laughs in the light.
But her soul whispers otherwise… in shadows, in silence, in every syncopated breath.

Two voices — one proud, one broken —
fighting beneath every clave, every sigh, every swirl of trumpet smoke.

💔 One says: "He’s gone, move on."
🔥 The other? “I’ll miss him until I die.”

This is a song for every woman who’s danced to forget —
and found herself tracing his name in the beat instead.

Soft humming, spicy harmonies, and a heart split in clave time.
You won’t cry to this song. But you might sway and ache.

🎶 Corazón partido, sonrisa prestada...
Río en la salsa, pero lloro en la almohada...

Lyrics: 

No llores, corazón, que él no vuelve ya
Ponte labios rojos, mira quién se va
Bailamos con otros, bebemos sin pena
Él fue un capítulo, no la novela

Ay, pero miento... cada noche miento
Me beso los dedos, recordando su aliento
Su risa me vive, su sombra me toca
Aunque digo “basta,” mi alma lo invoca

Voice A: Déjalo ir, se fue sin mirar
Voice B: Pero su nombre sigue en mi mar
Voice A: ¡Orgullo primero, no voy a caer!
Voice B: Y yo lo amaré… aunque no deba ser...

Ay mi amor, no lo digas fuerte
Pero mi pecho grita su nombre en la suerte
Ay mi piel, todavía lo siente
Me dejo bailar, pero lloro silente

Corazón partido, sonrisa prestada
Río en la salsa, pero lloro en la almohada

Pasé por su calle, no miré atrás
Con falda cortita y perfume de azahar
“Mira qué fuego,” dicen los demás
Pero nadie sabe lo rota que estás...

Voice B:
Lo extraño al dormir... lo odio al café
Quisiera borrarlo... pero no sé...

Voice A (spoken with resolve):
¡Basta de sueños, basta de ayer!
¡Eres fuego, mujer, no vas a volver!

Both voices (sung in harmony):
Pero si vuelve… ay Dios… ¿qué haré...?

Ay mi amor, no lo digas fuerte
Pero mi sombra baila su nombre en la suerte
Ay mi piel, todavía lo siente
Dices “ya pasó,” pero mientes, mientes…

Corazón partido, ritmo que engaña
Baila esta pena, con fuego en la entraña...

Corazón Partido

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