Lyrics

Señorita Pt. 3 - Camila

Land in Miami
The air was hot from summer rain
Sweat dripping off me
Before I even knew her name, la la la
It felt like ooh la la la
Sapphire moonlight
We danced for hours in the sand
Tequila sunrise
Her body fit right in my hands, la la la
It felt like ooh la la la...

I was watching Shawn record his verse in the booth, I was transfixed. He'd added some of these lines with one of his chosen writers in Toronto but they transported me back to the beaches of my hometown in Miami, where I was now imagining Shawn and I spending a night, dancing under the moonlight and kissing in the rain. I was hot and clammy and loving every shiver the lines gave me. Watching Shawn gently strum his guitar to the words, his curls dropping into his face as he let go and enjoyed the beat... I couldn't believe how incredibly attracted I was to him. I tried to tell myself that it was too soon after Matthew, too soon to feel so hot and bothered by someone else. But with Shawn...it just felt right.
Since our first Señorita recording session, I felt like I had been reborn. Singing with Shawn literally made me feel like a different person, happy, free and a little bit wild. I'd been playing with the sounds and lyrics with our writers and producers whilst Shawn was away and had even got in touch with my favourite music video director, Dave Meyers, about the song. He was completely on board with the themes I wanted to make in the music video, I was thrilled.

It was our kiss that had done it, inspired me for the direction of the music video. Even though it was soft and a bit hesitant, I understood why Shawn held back. He was worried that I wasn't ready. But in that moment, I knew I was, and I wanted to take it further, explore it more, especially watching him now.

I was shaky and out of breath as he ducked out of the booth, a shy smile on his lips, "What do you think?" He asked me softly. I wondered whether it was clear to everyone else that when we talked to each other, and especially when we sang to one another, they really didn't exist. It was like it was just me and him in the room.
I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice; "I want to know the girl you danced with in Miami, and tell her to back off..." I joked, trying to avoid talking about the fact that the lines made me feel hot and cold all over with excitement. He burst out laughing and slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked over to Benny and Magnus, who were producing the track for us.

Before long, it was time for us to sing the whole song with each other, back in that tiny booth, with our own verses and our harmonised chorus. There was a nervous tension in the room, and it felt like a taut string was holding Shawn and I in place as we stepped into the booth. He must have felt it too because the next second, he took his headphones off and flicked 'Off' on the booth sound system, surprising me.
"You ok?" I asked nervously, casting a quick eye over him for reassurance.
"It's just you and me." He said insistently as he took my hand. I wasn't sure what he was trying to get at, so he qualified. "What I mean is, let's pretend there isn't a room full of people out there watching us. Let's pretend it's just you and me and our song. Us in the song, us with the song. Just... us." Even though the sound system was off and they couldn't hear us, he'd whispered it intently, scanning my face as he said it, no doubt looking for fear or nervousness.
I didn't feel either. I felt thrilled, happy, sexy even - he made me feel all these things, and I'd sing those feelings with my lines. "Just you and me." I nodded, smiling at him and squeezing his hand in reassurance.

He smiled and flicked the switch back on, giving the team a thumbs up for the go ahead. I looked back at him once more before closing my eyes to get in the zone. We could do this.
The sensual beat came in, I imagined myself as that girl he'd been dancing with in Miami, imagined us kissing under the moonlight. I found my voice and went high with my first verse:

I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya
But every touch is ooh la la la
It's true, la la la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for you

I opened my eyes halfway through the verse and found Shawn's gaze pinned on me, his guitar in hand. He was ready to jump in with his sexy verse and it nearly made me giggle in anticipation, so I closed my eyes again until I heard him sing:

Land in Miami
The air was hot from summer rain
Sweat dripping off me
Before I even knew her name, la la la
It felt like ooh la la la
Yeah no
Sapphire moonlight
We danced for hours in the sand
Tequila sunrise
Her body fit right in my hands, la la la
It felt like ooh la la la, yeah

Shawn hadn't closed his eyes for his verse. Instead, he'd kept them fixed on me the entire way through, adding a small, playful smile here and there as he changed in pitch. This song, this man... they were both going to derail me completely, I could feel it. Then I remembered; chorus time, our first chance to sing together, I moved slightly closer to him and ran my finger up his arm as we sang:

I love it when you call me Señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn't need you
But every touch is ooh la la la
It's true, la la la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you know I love it when you call me Señorita
I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave you
But every touch is ooh la la la
It's true, la la la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya

We'd done it, smashed the chorus without a hiccup, his guitar keeping our beat. He had nailed his verse previously, which gave me all the sexy-Señorita-feels in the process. Now it was my time to return the favour. Stepping away from him slightly after our chorus, I went back to my record sheet. Then I looked up through my lashes and pinned my best bedroom-eyes on him as I sang;

Locked in the hotel
There's just some things that never change
You say we're just friends
But friends don't know the way you taste, la la la
'Cause you know it's been a long time coming
Don't you let me fall

To his credit, he kept his cool incredibly well. I should have known a little bit of eyelash fluttering wouldn't floor him, he was a global Rockstar, he knew how to handle female attention. That confidence, that sexual energy made singing the next lines with him much easier, more fun:

Ooh, when your lips undress me
Hooked on your tongue
Ooh love, your kiss is deadly
Don't stop

We were out of breath, it was exhilarating, the space between us was electrifying, so we jumped straight back into the chorus, our vocal ranges ebbing and flowing, as alive as the unsaid feelings between us.

I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn't need you
But every touch is ooh la la la
It's true, la la la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you know I love it when you call me señorita
I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave ya
But every touch is ooh la la la
It's true, la la la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for you

That line was meant to be the end of the song. Our beautiful, musical climax... but something made us carry on, we weren't even close to being done. We had so much more to give, I could feel it. Shawn's answering nod to me gave me the green-light whilst we were still mid-melody, so we carried on, improvising our last harmonising lines:

All along I've been coming for you
And I hope it meant something to you
Call my name, I'll be coming for you
Coming for you, coming for you, coming for you
For you (ooh, she loves it when I call her)
For you

The guitar that Shawn had been playing was now dangling from his side by its strap, we had, in the process of singing those lines, somehow stepped right into each other's personal space. My one hand was holding him by the waist, my other hand on his chest. His hands almost mirrored mine, one on the curve of my elbow, holding me close, the other in my hair. The flow of the last lines worked so beautifully, we kept going, finishing with a beautiful harmonising effect, singing into the same mic, with the lines from the song, the lines that reflected our current feelings towards each other:

Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya.

We both closed our eyes, leaning our foreheads against each other, exhaustion and exhilaration in equal parts washing over us as we breathed it all in. I could feel Shawn's breath mixed with mine, his heartbeat under my hand going a million miles an hour. We were so lost in the moment, it took us a while to recognise the cheering and clapping coming from the next room.

"Just us, huh?" I whispered, he simply let out a breathy laugh, kissed me on the cheek then turned toward the noise to open the door and let the praise wash over us.