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"La Hormiguita" by Juan Luis Guerra is a poetic and romantic song that tells the story of a chance encounter between two individuals who are drawn to each other through music and shared experiences. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a blossoming relationship, using metaphors like a tiny ant that both kisses and stings, and a trapeze artist who captivates and releases. The song captures the emotions of love, longing, and the bittersweet moments of connection and separation, all set against a backdrop of music and nature.

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I met her one afternoon

With her guitar hunting boleros

She was wearing jeans

And a little yellow rose in her hair

"What are you going to do?"

She asked me smiling

"Whatever you want," I replied

We went to the sea and wet our dreams

I winked, and a dolphin

Painted a curly wave on her chest

Then I laughed

And we broke the ice

We bit our fingers

Like a viola in a cello solo

You're like an ant

That kisses and stings me

That runs down my back

And lies in my beard

Studying geography

You're like a trapeze artist

Who crosses my tongue

And your circus of flowers

Carries me and lets me go

Losing count

Losing count

And I felt like crying

But only in my right eye

She talked about the moon and Chopin

And I played the prelude to a kiss

Then I laughed

And we broke the ice

We bit our fingers

Like a viola in a cello solo

You're like an ant

That kisses and stings me

That runs down my back

And lies in my beard

Studying geography

You're like a trapeze artist

Who crosses my tongue

And your circus of flowers

Carries me and lets me go

Losing count

Losing count

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