|Artie Shaw (#1 in 1940)
It was Fiesta down in Mexico
And so I stopped awhile to see the show
I knew that Frenesi meant "please love me"
And I could say Frenesi.
A lovely senorita caught my eye.
I stood enchanted as she wandered by
And never knowing that it came from me
I gently sight Frenesi
She stopped and raised her eyes to mine
Her lips just pleaded to be kissed,
Her eyes were soft as candleshine
So how was I to resist?
And now without a heart to call my own
A greater happiness I’ve never known
Because her kisses are for me alone
Who wouldn’t say Frenesi? Who wouldn’t say Frenesi?