Prince - Valentina lyrics

Hey Valentina tell your mama She should give me a call When she get tired of runnin' After you down the hall Before you came onto the scene it was a Hollywood mess Your mama was a movie queen She was one of the best Every boy had the hots for her, Around the world even girls adored her Mexican bombshell Come to conquer the west Hey Valentina tell your mama She should give me a call When she get tired of runnin' After you down the hall And she's all worn out From those late night feedings And she ready for another Rock 'n roll meeting Oh Valentina tell your mama She should give me a call Your uncle Sam used to hold it down Every day Watch the bootyguards Scarecrow the buzzards away Like an aeroplane the time flies over So many guys they couldn't get Your sweet little mama to stay Curvier than A fender Stratocaster guitar... Reality bender...from no green card To superstar Broken up slang even when The king of Hollywood ain't that tall Sho as Betty's ugly Your mama's bigger than 'em all Hey Valentina Tell your mama she should call up MIA In advance If Penelope wants to Cruz There ain't no way that we ain't gon dance Tell your mama should should give me a call That's all