| 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 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 I
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| Throw my roses down for him
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| Across these beds of darkness he
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| 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 I
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| Throw my roses down for him
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| Across these beds of darkness he
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| 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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| Just like that spanish dancer I
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| Throw my roses down for him
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| Across these beds of darkness he
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| 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 |