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
Amour amour quand tu nous tiens amour amour tu nous tiens bien Ton corps blotti contre le mien dansons castagnettes et tango ole Ici la brise est parfumee
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
