| I met a girl in Laredo down in Mexico
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| While I was makin' the rounds
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| Down in a dim cafe she does a swing and sway
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| That’s the talk of the town
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| I never learned her name but she’s called the Spanish Fireball
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| While she kept rhythm with her hips from her ruby lips
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| Came a love song so sweet
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| And as she rhumbaed by the fire in her eyes
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| Looked like flames in the night
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| T’was then I understood why she’s called the Spanish Fireball
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| I finally asked her for a dance and I got the chance
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| Holding her closely to me
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| As we were cheek to cheek I grew too weak to speak
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| And it was plain to see
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| That I had fallen in love with this cute little Spanish Fireball
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| She wore a ruby bracelet and a blue white diamond
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| Upon her little brown hand
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| She made a perfect date and in her Cadillac eight
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| She made me understand
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| I played the part and gave my heart to the Spanish Fireball
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| We wandered out beneath the stars while the old guitars
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| Strummed a Mexican tune
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| And as I stole a kiss I knew too well that this
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| Would all end too soon
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| Cause I must go away and leave my Spanish Fireball
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| As that old moon was sinking low I heard the whistle blow
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| My train was pulling in sight
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| And so we kissed goodbye, the tears were in her eyes
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| As I left in the night
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| But someday I’ll return back and claim my Spanish Fireball |