If I should write a book for you That brought me fame and fortune too That book would be like my heart and me Dedicated to you And if I should paint
She plays castanets, she works without a net I like her better when she walks away She said she was mine, she told me twice I like her better when she
contre le mien dansons castagnettes et tango ole Ici la brise est parfumee du gout leger des orangers De joie de vivre et de chanter amour castagnettes
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This city is silver in the moon And mountains heaped with sugar spoons The click and clatter of my feet On lonely crooked cobbled streets Like castanets