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 dont care if it takes my whole life to find her
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 drunk 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 will come back to me
and Ill spend my whole life beside her.
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