There’s a dancer from Argentina with raven hair,
I’ll bet you tonight she’s in a club somewhere.
With a passion for uptown fashion and ballroom lights,
And I’ll hold her tonight in a dream that fades away.

Mover, I know all of your moves.
When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina. [bad word] talk to me.
Mover, take a walk with me.
Sit down, show me your heart.

She deserted a wealthy family one stormy night,
 And fled Buenos Aires on an LA flight.
She’d deny it, but she can’t hide it.
It’s written in her eyes.
There’s a ghost in her past and it haunts her night and day.

Mover, I feel all of your moves.
When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina.
 [bad word] talk to me.
Mover, take a walk with me.
Sit down, show me your heart.

In a dream, walls all around you just fall away.
All I see is a starry night,
And the wind blows up around you and palms start to sway,
 And you glide across the floor like you’re flying.

Mover
Mover
Mover
Mover