The Spaniard (西班牙小子) - Lesley Rae Dowling-歌词

The Spaniard (西班牙小子) - Lesley Rae Dowling

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

I found myself dancing with a rose

Between my teeth

And health the feel of frills around my ankles

Like a dead man's hand

Red wine drained quickly

In my heat

To 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

And as my dance gained momentum

My aching thighs began to wane

But you were strong you carried on

So I kicked my heels

And my 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 can 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 senor please

Maсana es un nuevo dha