VICTOR:

Girl, our love has been a melody.



TANYA:

And the beats coming from my hea-art.



VICTOR:

We compose a funky symphony.



TANYA:

And it's going to the top of the cha-ha-ha-ha-arts.



BOTH:

We have had our share of bumps.

And I'm never, ever down in the dumps.



Our love, no doubt about it.

And I know we'll never split.