I met a girl at the carnival
In Rio De Janeiro
We danced all night on the boulevard
In doorways we did the tango

I miss her lips
And the way she sashayed her hips
As she shook her shoulders
I miss the smell of her hair
I don't care if it takes my whole life
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We were dancing in the summer rain
We were dancing through the night
She never said her real name
So I called her Spanish Eyes
Spanish Eyes...

The sun came up
And the girl was gone
Her masquerade was over
I searched the streets [bad word] with love
But no one seemed to know her
I miss the touch
Of her body so much
I long for the warmth inside her
Somewhere in time she [bad word] back to me
And I'll spend my whole life beside her

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