| It was at a sunny fiësta
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| The sun burning down
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| The sound of guitars playing ooh la la
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| And sweltering heat all around
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| A dark voice then called me «Maria»
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| I looked in the eyes
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| The eyes of a coolheaded matador
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| The called him «the conquistador»
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| I felt my resistance was breaking
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| The passionate heat deep inside
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| This mystery man left me shaking
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| With looks of arrogance and pride
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| Conquistador, gimme gimme amor
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| Once or twice with you in paradise
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| Ooh la la conquistador, gimme gimme amor
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| Conquistador, oh it’s you, you I adore
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| He said come with me my «Maria»
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| Before the sunrise
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| I’ll show you the way to the paradise
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| For me that was no sacrifice
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| I felt my resistance was breaking
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| The passionate heat deep inside
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| This mystery man left me shaking
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| With looks of arrogance and pride
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| Conquistador, gimme gimme amor
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| Once or twice with you in paradise
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| Ooh la la conquistador, gimme gimme amor
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| Conquistador, oh it’s you, you I adore
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| He looks with arrogance and pride
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| Conquistador, gimme gimme amor
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| Once or twice with you in paradise
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| Ooh la la conquistador, gimme gimme amor
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| Conquistador, oh it’s you, you I adore
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| Conquistador, gimme gimme amor
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| Once or twice with you in paradise
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| Ooh la la conquistador, … |