Sitting across the bar in dim yellow light
So close yet so far, in the middle of the night
A Sangria in the table, I don't know if I'm able
'coz my heart beat's unstable, like a wild horse in a stable
The cold winter wind is nothing to the warmth of your eyes
The fire and desire that could evaporate the most frigid ice
Eyes on the price, smile and go with the roll of the dice
Heart stopped, fall back, man down, all in a trice.
Me No Speak Americano
Yolanda Be Cool and D Cup
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