I met a girl at the carnival in Rio de Janeiro. We danced all night on the boulevard, In doorways we did the tango.
I miss her lips and the way she sashayed her hips as she shook her shoulders. I miss the smell of her hair. I don’t care if it takes my whole life to find her
[Chorus:] We were dancing in the summer rain. We were dancing through the night. I never knew her real name. So I called her Spanish Eyes, Spanish Eyes…
The sun came up and the girl was gone. Her masquerade was over. I searched the streets drunk with love but no one seemed to know her. I miss the touch of her body so much. I long for the warmth inside her. Somewhere in time she will come back to me And I’ll spend my whole life beside her.