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Sitting in the sun waiting for a seniorita to show, |
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He just playing melodies from Spain and Mexico, |
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Soft wind blowing the smell of sweet roses to, each and every one, |
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Happy to be on an island in the sun, |
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Mothers with their children waiting in the cool of the shade, |
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And thirsty people coming from the fields to drink, tea and lemonade, |
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Old man urging, his days going, his, working days done, |
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He's happy to be on an island in the sun, |
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All the stars come out and shine so bright, |
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It's so romantic to be in that moon leads paradise, |
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Love is going to shine a welcoming light when I, |
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Looking to the eyes of the seniorita tonight, |
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Sitting in the sun waiting for a seniorita to show, |
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He just playing melodies from Spain and Mexico, |
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Soft wind blowing the smell of sweet roses to, each and every one, |
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Happy to be on an island in the sun, |
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Happy to be on an island in the sun, |
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La la la la la la |
