Written by: Patti Scialfa
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Oh mama there's this Spanish dancer
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Whose steps I follow when he comes near
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The red dress of temptation
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Over a long black slip of fear
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Will I fall beneath the shadow
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Of some broken cross
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My arms emptied and all my treasures lost
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Still like that Spanish dancer
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I throw my roses down for him
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Across these beds of darkness
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He opens his arms and gathers them in
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Oh mama the bridges were burning
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Over a river black and cold
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But I walked when love commanded me
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Up to the edges of his soul
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But I'm still frightened of that dark divide
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Will I gain entrance or be denied
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Still like that Spanish dancer
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I throw my roses down for him
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Across these beds of darkness
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He opens his arms and gathers them in
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Oh mama when you were a young girl
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Did you ever love a man so much
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As if he were some fantastic jewel
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That you should never be worthy of
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But all those illusions strip and fall
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And he is just a man after all
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And just like that Spanish dancer
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I throw my roses down for him
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Across these beds of darkness
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He opens his arms and gathers them in
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Just like that Spanish dancer
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I throw my rose down for him
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Across these beds of darkness
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He opens his arms and gathers them in
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Just like that Spanish dancer I
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Just like that Spanish dancer I
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Just like that Spanish dancer I
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Just like that Spanish dancer I
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Just like that Spanish dancer I
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Just like that Spanish dancer I
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Spanish Dancer
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| Patti Scialfa |
