Spanish Fireball

I met a girl in Laredo down in Mexico

While I was makin' the rounds

Down in a dim cafe she does the swing and sway

That's the talk of the town.

I never learned her name but she's called the Spanish Fireball.

While she kept rhythm with her hips from her ruby lips

Came a love song so sweet

And as she rhumbaed by the fire in her eyes

Looked like flames in the night

T'was then I understood why she's called the Spanish Fireball.

I finally asked her for a dance and I got the chance

Holding her closely to me

As we were cheek to cheek I grew too weak to speak

And it was plain to see

That I had fallen in love with this cute little Spanish Fireball.

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She wore a ruby braclet and a blue white diamond

Upon her little brown hand

She made a perfect date and in her Cadillac eight

She made me understand

I played the part and gave my heart to the Spanish Fireball.

We wandered out beneath the stars while the old guitars

Strummed a Mexican tune

And as I stole a kiss I knew too well that this

Would all end too soon

'Cause I must go away and leave my Spanish Fireball.

As that old moon was sinking low I heard the whistle blow

My train was pulling in sight

And so we kissed goodbye the tears were in her eyes

As I left in the night

But someday I'll return back and claim my Spanish Fireball...