Flamenco in the Paris night.
She came through the door
Like a Saville evening,
Hair as black as a raven,
Spinning round,
Beguiling me,
Like a Goya painting she Enchanted me.
Dressing in black,
Foot-stomping to the hand claps
And guitar sound.
Flamenco in the Paris night
Bathed in red light
Passion breathing from the walls.
Spanish lady will you meet me tonight
I am trapped in your passion
Wrapped up in your movement
Hand shapes beckoning me in the dark
Feet Gliding on air,
Spanish lady the night calls me
But we will meet,
in time, our dance will be one.
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