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
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Senorita
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| The Low Anthem |
