Sarina, Sarina, Sarina Gotta long-legged, short-skirted combination Locked up in my head She's gotta low-cut, well-built invitation And she ain't the kind that jumps in bed (No sh**!) Her daddy's rich, yeah, but she ain't no b**h She's cruisin' 'round in her fancy car She's gotta look that makes all men cry Sarina... Sarina She's turnin' heads With the way she walks Sarina She makes all men cry Sarina Well, all the guys know her They say she'll bring you right to her knees She says that's alright, it's been real nice But you can't come home with me Sarina She's turnin' heads With the way she walks Sarina She makes all men cry Sarina Well, she's here tonight Things seem so right For a chance to be alone Will my dream come true Spend my life with you Tonight we're on our own Sarina... Sarina... Sarina She's turnin' heads With the way she walks Sarina She makes all men cry Sarina Sarina, Sarina Talkin' 'bout Sarina, Sarina Sarina, I'm talkin' 'bout Sarina Oh, Sarina, Sarina Sarina