The Spaniard Video (MV)

On some dank dusty morning I chanced to meet a Spaniard

With eyes so dark and lips so red and words so cool
He came into my head

He led me to a tavern and he gave to me his silver cup

With leather boots and blood-red wine and hair so fine

Held his hands for me, yeah


I found myself dancing with a rose between my teeth

And the feel of frills around my ankles like a dead man's hand

Red wine drained quickly in the heat of that sensual night

And the cacti kissed together on the meseta

Old man, you cheered me

As I cavorted around the tables

While his fingers filed the guitar in the frenzied mood


As my dance gained momentum

My aching thighs began to wane

But you were strong, you carried on

So I kicked my heels

And I reeled around the room


I flicked my skirts for you

I even tossed the rose right next to you

I even let my hair down and covered you with my mantilla

That night you called me beautiful

You see I don't forget so easily

Now I shred my castanets to a pulp

And I try to remember you


But the day is dawning and candle wax drips to an end

Tables cleared, time to move, Seсor, please

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