Spaniard

On some dank dusty morning I chanced to meet a Spaniard With eyes so dark and lips so red and words so cool He came into my head He led me to a tavern and he gave to me his silver cup With leather boots and blood-red wine and hair so fine Held his hands for me, yeah I found myself dancing with a rose between my teeth And the feel of frills around my ankles like a dead man's flies Red wine drained quickly in the heat of that sensual night And the cacti kissed together on the meseta Old man, you cheered me As I cavorted around the tables While his fingers filed the guitar in the frenzied mood As my dance gained momentum My aching thighs began to wane But you were strong, you carried on So I kicked my heels And I reeled around the room I flicked my skirts for you I even tossed the rose right next to you I even let my hair down and covered you with my mantilla you called me beautiful You see I don't forget so easily Now I shred my castanets to a pulp And I try to remember you But the day is dawning and candle wax drips to an end Tables cleared, time to move, Senor, please Maana es un nuevo da Morning is a new day