(Verse)
Oh mama, there’s the Spanish dancer
Who steps up, follow and [bad word] near
The red dress of temptation over a long black slip of fear
Will I fall beneath the shadow of some broken cross?
My arm empty then all my treasures lost
 [bad word] 
Still like that Spanish dancer I
Throw my roses down for him
Across these beds of darkness he
Opens his arms and gathers in him

(Verse)
Oh mama, the bridges where burning
Over a river of black and cold
But I walked when [bad word] me
Up to the edges of his soul

(Bridge)
But I’m still frightened of that dirty light
Will I gain entrance or be denied?
 [bad word] 
Still like that Spanish dancer I
Throw my roses down for him
Across these beds of darkness he
Opens his arms and gathers in him

(Verse)
Oh mama when you were younger
Did you ever love a man so much?
As if he was some fantastic jewel
You should never be worried

(Bridge)
But all those illusions dipping full
And he’s just a man after all
 [bad word] 
Still like that Spanish dancer I
Throw my roses down for him
Across these beds of darkness he
Opens his arms and gathers in him

Just like that Spanish dancer I…
Just like that Spanish dancer I…
Just like that Spanish dancer I…
Throw my roses down for him