Enrique played in a band.
Down at the sand.
He hustled women and worked on his tan.
Drove an IROQ camero quadrophonic 8 track stereo.
He was a sharp dressin` suave.
Cultured and smooth ladies man.
Maria stared in the show.
It`s all that she knows.
She loved Enrique and bilar and snow.
She knew her lover had others, but her heart was a desparate young soul.
She sold a night to a stranger while searching for her pot of gold.
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We can dance to the rhythm, we can dace to the mornin` light.
On a sultury summer night.
The time is right for love.
Livin` libido loco days. [x2]
Arturo led a small gang.
A downtown thang.
He loved Maria the young bird who sang.
He bought her heart for a night, with some lines at the local disco.
She wore his love on her face, in the back of Arturo`s limo.
Enrique was quite aware, of Maria`s afair.
He vowed `vengence Arturo I swear.`
He brought his blade to the fight, but they both suffered their final blow.
Now Maria`s in mourning, as she`s left to live life alone.
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It`s been twenty years past, since Maria`s been last.
To the disco where she lost her soul.
She wipes a tear from her eye, and she still fights memories of ago.
As her new limo ride let`s her in and asks `how much, let`s go.`
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