i'm an expatriate cut adrift
i caught a good glimpse of her smile and her midriff
i got me a body full of soul, and now i got me a mind full of sangria
i didn't go there looking for trouble,
i singled her out earlier but now i'm seeing double
and the bartender told me that both of their names were maria
the castanets in her hands, clickity-clack my own understanding
of what it means to have some rhythm in your soul
with a stomp and a shuffle from her feet,
she made me lose a little bit of the pace in my heartbeat
it's never been more fun to lose control
her swirling skirt shows a little bit of thigh
the glass in my hand won't stop running dry
and all those flamenco guitars
keep rattling all of those bones in my ear
i guess its just too late
she can already see that i'm from the states
i guess we all have a tendency to get a little loud when we come over here
i'm sorry about the insult,
but please i don't need another bar bouncer catapult
i can find my own way to the door tonight
yeah, and i'm finding it a little hard to walk
and this wine makes me yell every time i try to talk
look what your dancer did to me tonight
maria don't go, what are you doing after the show
these are the words i'll never get to say
maria i know, that i could be someone you'd like to know
but i'm in no condition to make any first impressions today
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later that night in my hotel bed
the rhythm of the stomps and the claps still ringing in my head
i begin more than a little bit to regret some of my excess
i'll have to find another way, the very next time i'm gonna try to make a play
for a beautiful spanish dancer
and hope to have any kind of success
was it the wine or the redness of her lips
that made me lose all of the feeling in my fingertips
i guess i never will find out
was it the wind from the swish of her skirt
that blew my mind and swept me up like a featherweight flirt
i guess i never will find out
maria don't go, what are you doing after the show
these are the words i'll never get to say
maria i know, that i could be someone you'd like to know
but i'm in no condition to make any first impressions today
the next morning came with a ring from the phone-a
i was already late for the bus to barcelona
i jumped outta bed and ran down the hall with my suitcase in my hand
i took the stairs; it was just one flight
made my way towards the door and into bright sunlight
how i was still able to move, i don't think i'll ever understand
but just as i stepped outside
something inside caught my eye
it was the beautiful dancer from the night before
she was just sittin' in a hotel lobby chair
reading magazines, and playing with a strand of her hair
i wanted to speak but i went out the door
maria don't go, what are you doing after the show
these are the words i'll never get to say
maria i know, that i could be someone you'd like to know
but i'm in no condition to make any first impressions today
Hey, Maria stay (repeat)
(because of the limited space, i hope this posts right)