Lesley Rae Dowling - The Spaniard Lyrics
On some dank dusty morning I chanced to meet a SpaniardWith eyes so dark and lips so red and words so coolHe came into my headHe led me to a tavern and he gave to me his silver cupWith leather boots and blood-red wine and hair so fineHeld his hands for me, yeahI found myself dancing with a rose between my teethAnd the feel of frills around my ankles like a dead man's handRed wine drained quickly in the heat of that sensual nightAnd the cacti kissed together on the mesetaOld man, you cheered meAs I cavorted around the tablesWhile his fingers filed the guitar in the frenzied moodAs my dance gained momentumMy aching thighs began to waneBut you were strong, you carried onSo I kicked my heelsAnd I reeled around the roomI flicked my skirts for youI even tossed the rose right next to youI even let my hair down and covered you with my mantillaThat night you called me beautifulYou see I don't forget so easilyNow I shred my castanets to a pulpAnd I try to remember youBut the day is dawning and candle wax drips to an endTables cleared, time to move, Señor, pleaseMañana es un nuevo día [Morning is a new day]
