Winding our way through the tourist streets
In the night where no one sleeps
They are all fleshing out their dreams
Like the confession that you wring out of me
Me and you in Malaga
The Spanish moon hovers overhead
Flamenco plays for the hearts that bled
Like your prisoner, I am led
To your Moorish canopy bed
Me and you in Malaga
In the morning the sun will shine
When you go your way and I'll go mine
Empty bottles of cava and wine
We have made the most of our time
Me and you in Malaga