There's a big fan,
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That's slowly turnin',
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In a Yucatan Cafe.
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The waitress works beneath
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Both night and day.
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And they'll find that lately
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I'm spendin' all my time,
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Goin' down to see
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That singin' man of mine.
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CHORUS:
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Maybe it's wrong.
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My mamma might be right.
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Seeing a boy I don't know,
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Every night.
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Maybe it's time
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I try to let you be.
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Or maybe it's love
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At last has come to me.
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Let's walk out to the ruins,
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And look up at the moon.
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And wonder what those Mayans used to
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do.
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You know they migt be watchin' us,
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So let's stay for a while.
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They can look for love,
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And make those Mayans smile.
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REPEAT CHORUS:
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Maybe it's love,
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At last has come to me.
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Yucatan Cafe
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| Anne Murray |
