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Senorita, with your dust brown skin |
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Where you going with that thing up your sleeve |
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I've heard about your ways and I know I cannot win |
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Senorita, with your dust brown skin |
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There you go again with the devil in your eyes |
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You slide away so softly and so quiet |
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I know all your lies, still I think that I might try it |
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Senorita, you got the devil in your eye |
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And I'd follow you forever, through the smoky Pyrenees |
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Buying you cheap liquor if I can't provide a feast |
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I'd be lost without you, I don't know who I am |
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Senorita with your dust brown skin |
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There you go again and I forget your name |
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Not for time's passing but for sorrow |
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And now you're coming back, my lord my poise contain |
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Senorita, I forget your name |
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There you come again with the devil in your eyes |
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Once I swore never more to buy it |
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But now you're coming back and I'm afraid that I might try it |
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Senorita, you've got the devil in your eyes |
