I'm at the beginning sweating In the grip of the lion's jaw I'm rolling my small town over I'm watching these buildings fall Once, twice and it'
Spanish Midnight all I want to do is love you tonight (Repeat four times)
everything I do I do for you You gotta jive jive to stay alive You gotta jive jive to stay alive Spanish Midnight Spanish Midnight all I want to do is love you tonight Spanish
If you were mine, I'd be your everything And you'd be the only thing that I would ever need If you were mine, I would tell everyone That you are the only
way it fits into his hand He rolled a blade up in his trick towel They slap their hands against the wall You never trip, you never stumble He's walking spanish
killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here comes the sun March into the war and with the kick of the drum The wiser
(music by diane warren. spanish lyrics by concha valdes-miranda) Donde estas necesito de t? Me sobran la caricias que Nunca te d? Y no s? que hacer
something's a telling me I wear the ball and chain My patron saint is a fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most That the Spanish
Dug & redug & dug & redug redug. O Debora you look like a zebra Your sunken lace is like a galleon Clawed with mysteries of the Spanish main O Debora
Oh Debora, always look like a zebra Your sunken face is like a Galleon Clawed with mysteries of the Spanish Maine Oh, Debora Debora Oh Debora, always
Rings of Fortune in my way I've motorcycled the King's Highway I sailed on a ship on the Spanish galleon I'm the Angel of the Black Medallion Peter
the people Find out the new ways To start a new phase In a few days In a new place Crawled through the desert on naked feet A mile long line marching
, I'm monumental You're like a small get together on your neighbor's back porch You know just a couple of y'all, I'm a million man march Attack of the
The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas And I lean from my window
gone I hope I can look upon All that I've done with a smile And bright and overflowing eyes, Reflecting upon all they've seen With the same glow as the Child born March
of chlorine bed Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read Void of movement, void of feeling, void of life Shadows crackles Spanish
in Thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte What dreams he made for us to dream Spanish skies, Egyptian sands The world was ours, we marched upon