I met this girl at a wedding down in Mexico.
Her long black curls; they would follow her wherever she'd go.
Oh I taught her how to samba I only wish I would have thought of
That when you're dancing by the ocean you can fabricate emotion
And it's hard to differentiate.
Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understand
They'll take hold of you They'll take hold of you.
The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you when
You go home again When you go home again.
The letters fly and I feel bad for how long I have delayed,
But I just can't reply 'cause I'd be typing until the month of may.
It's like a scratch on a CD that keeps repeating
and now the song is losing meaning.
So if you want to find the one for you go on and skip a track or two
and cast aside this old debate.
Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understand
They'll take hold of you They'll take hold of you.
The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you when
You go home again When you go home again.
I met this girl and now it seems it was forever ago.
We found ourselves in a dream but we left it down in Mexico-oh-oh oh.
Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understand
They'll take hold of you They'll take hold of you.
The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you when
You go home again When you go home again.