I?ll be the right hand
You?ll be the left hand
You and me we make
A mariachi band
Standing on the corner
Waiting for the light
When you?re around I
Always feel alright
From the Painted Desert
Over to Paris, France
I followed your pointed
Finger with my glance
And I?ve seen so much
More than I would see
If it was just me, just me
If it was just me, just me
Our first rehearsal
At the appointed corner
At the appointed time
At the appointed corner
At the appointed time
What if it was just me, just me?