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 don't 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 I'll spend my whole life beside her
We were dancing in the summer rain...
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