And pieces of my memory come back to take me there
   For a moment I am drifting with the wind across the sea  in the hemisphere
 that's south of here where the fruit grows in the trees
   There is where I met my fair Spanish maiden with flowers in her hair
   She spoke to me  I did not understand but she did not seem to care

 (CHORUS)  Mas despacio, no comprende, no entiendo- what you say?
 - I can not understand you but I love you anyway
 - Yo lo tengo- A Bottle of Moonlight & sand beneath my feet on that Caribbean
 night
 - Reach right up and touch the sky, surrounded by the contents of the Bottle of
 Moonlight that's within your eyes

 She doesn't speak a bit of English, and yo no hablo Espanol
 - We have better conversations than most people that I know
 - All those fancy Spanish words to me they don't make beans,
 but when she looks me in the eyes I know just what she means
 - A common language we don't have, but what we've got is a mutual understanding
 - When your words must speak for love, then what you've got has become all too
 demanding

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 So we were married on the beach in a chapel made of sand
 - Jose Cuervo was the priest and a lime was my best man
 - We made are vows, and took our cares and threw them all away
 - We danced along the moonlit shores and limboed the night away
 - And even now when the wind will blow sometimes I can still hear her say
 "and now I know you've got to go, but I'll wait for you  come back to me some
 day"

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