| On Las Cuevas Boulevard
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| There she works her fingers hard
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| Playing castanets and swaying
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| To a steel drum in the dark
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| She wears flowers in her hair
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| Sings calypso in the square
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| People calling out the windows
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| To the gypsy girl down there
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| All day long
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| She waits for
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| Him to come
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| And night to fall
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| She goes
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| Underneath the colored lights
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| Where the carnival is flashing bright
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| The boulevard, just heating up Her gypsy heart
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| There he waits beneath the stars
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| On Las Cuevas Boulevard
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| She falls into her lover’s arms
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| Sweet gypsy heart
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| Like a satellite they spin
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| Her gold scarf against his skin
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| Her toes tapping on the table
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| Like she’s dancing just for him
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| Red maracas in his hand
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| He lifts her up then back again
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| Turning 'round and 'round in circles
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| To the rhythm of the band Just until
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| The sun comes up Just until
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| She’s had enough
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| She goes
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| Underneath the colored lights
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| Where the carnival is flashing bright
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| The boulevard, just heating up Her gypsy heart
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| There he waits beneath the stars
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| On Las Cuevas Boulevard
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| She falls into her lover’s arms
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| Sweet gypsy heart
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| All day long
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| She waits for
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| Him to come
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| And night to fall
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| She goes
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| Underneath the colored lights
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| Where the carnival is flashing bright
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| The boulevard, just heating up Her gypsy heart
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| She goes
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| Underneath the colored lights
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| Where the carnival is flashing bright
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| The boulevard, just heating up Her gypsy heart |