| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, da, da
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| There was once a shady dame from Seville
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| Used to wander 'roud the town dressed to kill
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| And men, if they dared, stood and stared
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| When she passed their way
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| The lady knocked 'em out
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| But there’s no doubt
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| 'Cause they’d shout, «Olé» all day
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| Seville isn’t that much to shout about
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| But when she was out traffic stood still
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| Dressed like a vamp or a Pamplona tramp
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| She could stampede the menfolk at will
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| One day came a world famous matador
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| Rat-tat at her door, bearing a rose
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| If he distressed her, disturbing her siesta
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| It’s best to say nobody knows
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| The rest of the tale’s not a pretty one
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| Pity one isn’t for sale, only two ears and a tail
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| Did they find by the blind on her sill
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| No one knows what became of the shady dame
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, ah, a-ha
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| Ah, ah
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| The shady dame
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| From Seville
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| «Olé!» |