Arizona first week of July Oh my Since I met you you haven't left my mind Oh why Native lady will you me be mine All mine I can love you for the rest of my life Can we be sweethearts till the sun burns out When the night falls we can be mouth to mouth Cuz your lips seem so sweet and Devine Piel Canela will you be mine California feels empty without you here If I had things my way I'd have you live with me my dear Uh-oh red flag I tend to things to fast But life's too short for me to not to ask Can we be sweethearts till the sun burns out When the night falls we can be mouth to mouth Cuz your lips seem so sweet and Devine Piel Canela will you be mine