Spanish Harlem She livin' a life just like a movie star Oh Maria, Maria She fell in love in East L.A. To the sounds of the guitar yeah yeah Played by
I was in your arms like that spanish guitar And you would play me through the night till the dawn I wish you'd hold me in your arms like that Spanish guitar
Yeah in the studio, in the studio Studio oh, oh, teddy bear Kind of big, oh Girl just close your eyes And picture me playing your Spanish guitar Baby
the sound of Carlos Santana And the GMB Ghetto blues from the refugee camp Oh Maria, Maria She remind me of a westside story Growing up in Spanish Harlem
concealing All that my eyes are revealing? Lady of Spain, I love you Night in Madrid, blue and tender Spanish moon makes silver splendor Music throbbing, plaintive sobbing notes of a guitar
Well, there was seven years between us Seems that all my friends were right That we can?t survive on your bedroom eyes And a Spanish guitar When we started
With a smile I looked straight at him And I could feel his latin melody When he spoke I heard the rhythm of a spanish guitar He touched my hand I felt
that it would end so soon I was left with a picture of the moon The sound of soft guitars beneath the Spanish skies Across the candle-light the sadness in your eyes
're lookin' for that man, here I am December nights, all cuddled up Warmed by the fire and sharin' a cup Of hot cocoa and laughin' at old photos Spanish guitars
Well the cops they let their faces show and rips this holy night The streets alive with tough-kid jets in nova-light machines Boys flash guitars like
When her eyes met mine, the room filled with Spanish guitars The kerosene in my blood Came on like a flood As I stood to take her away To a Black Spanish
but she's called the Spanish Fireball While she kept the rhythm with her hips from her ruby lips Came a love song so bright And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Just one last dance....oh baby...just one last dance We meet in the night in the Spanish caf I look in your eyes just don't know what to say It feels
We meet in the night in the Spanish café I look in your eyes just don't know what to say It feels like I'm drowning in salty water A few hours
When I see those wild horses in your eyes, Somewhere in the distance I can hear guitars and underneath the stars, I know she's dreaming of Spanish
wish that I was in your arms Like that Spanish guitar And you would play me through the night 'Til the dawn I wish you'd hold me in your arms Like that Spanish guitar
