Spanish Dancer
written: J. Walsh

She stands with her head in the air
Sweet smell of perfume
Castinets, fan, and a rose in her hair
Owns every heart in the room

The eyes of a Spanish dancer
They dart and they glance
Is it my imagination
Or just part of the dance?

Oh, how she moves in the moonlight
Everyone under her spell
Wondering just what her smile might imply
Only the shadows can tell

The eyes of a Spanish dancer
They flirt and they tease
Even the best laid plans
Bring a man to his knees

Heads follow her every move
Seems like time's standing still
Measuring chances of taking her home
Shame that noone ever will

The eyes of a Spanish dancer
Sparkle and glance
Is it my imagination
Or just part of the dance?

The eyes of a Spanish dancer
Candlelight glow of romance
Is it an invitation
Or just part of the dance?

The eyes of a Spanishi dancer

 

Joe Walsh Solo Discography :: Analog Man