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The Spaniard - Lesley Rae Dowling/Tully McCully
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
Secor please
Macanaes un nuevo dha
