| There’s a song in the air,
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| But the fair senorita
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| Doesn’t seem to care
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| For the song in the air.
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| So I’ll sing to my mule
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| If you’re sure she won’t think that
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| I am just a fool
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| Amigo mio, does she not have a dainty bray?
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| She listens carefully to each little word we play.
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| Si, si, mi muchachito,
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| She’d love to sing it too if only she knew the way.
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| But try as she may,
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| In her voice there’s a flaw!
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| And all that the lady can say
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| Senorita donkey sita, not so fleet as a mosquito,
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| But so sweet like my chiquita,
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| You’re the one for me.
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| There’s a light in her eye,
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| Tho' she may try to hide it,
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| She cannot deny,
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| There’s a light in her eye.
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| Oh! |
| the charm of her smile
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| So beguiles all who see her
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| That they’d ride a mile
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| For the charm of her smile.
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| Amigo mio, is she listenin' to my song?
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| No, no, mi muchachito, how could you be so wrong?
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| If she knew all the words,
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| Well, maybe she’d sing along. |
| ..
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| Her face is a dream
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| Like an angel i saw!
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| But all that my darlin' can scream
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| Senorita donkey sita, not so fleet as a mosquito,
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| But so sweet like my chiquita,
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| You’re the one for me. |