Chorus
Summer in the city, heat on the street
Going out at midnight, who you gonna meet
Singing in the plaza, stories in the bars
Walking on the hot air, flirting with the stars
Heady Spanish wine
A cheeky Spanish beer
The night just lasts and lasts
Tomorrow’s never here
Haughty camareros
They look like kings with trays
By night they serve you tapas
Their secrets kept for days
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Sultry Latin music
Guitars in tune with friends
Hands that clap so firmly
A pulse that never ends
Voices of the south
Hearts that will be heard
Buskers working so hard
At spreading tune and word
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South American boys
They win you with a smile
They’ll sing you something special
They’ll love you for a while
Moody Spanish boys
They show you how to eat
They think you’re kind of odd
You think they’re kind of sweet
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Lovely Latin boys
They drink but not too much
They don’t collapse in gutters
They’re good enough to touch
Busy Madrid nights
The bars all overflow
Where to go to now?
No rush, just take it slow
Chorus
© Rachel Fox 2007
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