She stands with her head in the air
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Sweet smell of perfume
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Castanets, fan and a rose in her hair
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Holds every heart in the room
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The eyes of a Spanish Dancer
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They dart and they glance
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Is it my imagination?
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Or just part of the dance
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Oh how she moves in the moonlight
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Everyone under her spell
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Wondering just what her smile might imply
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Only the shadows can tell
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The eyes of a Spanish Dancer
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They flirt and they tease
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Even the best laid plans
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Bring a man to his knees
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[Guitar solo]
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Heads follow her every move
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Seems like time standing still
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Measuring chances of taking her home
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Shame that no one ever will
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The eyes of a Spanish Dancer
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Sparkle and glance
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Is it my imagination?
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Or just part of the dance
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The eyes of a Spanish Dancer
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Candlelight's glow of romance
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Is it an invitation?
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Or just part of the dance
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The eyes of a Spanish Dancer
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Spanish Dancer
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Joe Walsh |