Spanish, Spanish dancer
Just by chance, bring romance her way
Cuban heels, belt studded with steel
Just a dancer, bring a chance her way
She packed her case in isolation
Insincere, her lines of desertion
Her package of devastation
It could have been the castanets
It could have been the Sangria
Cuban heels, he’d made her feel
Her troubadour of real surreal steal
She wiped a tear
Folded her cotton handkerchief just so
She was torn, though she had to go
It could have been anytime
It just happened to be that summer
Belt of steel
Alive to feel
Whispered silver clouds above her
Blind to recover
For her Andalusian lover
