The Spanish Look

She said

"This is the Spanish look"

"t's what they wear in Spain"

It makes me laugh

Saying it to myself again

The place was downstairs

The light was dim

She was still, yeah and I still him

She laughed a lot

And where she'd been

It had been hot

Recalling simple lines of architects

And simple waves of her brunette hair

The Spanish look

Just like in Madrid or Cuidad de Mexico

The Spanish look

One glance and you know

It was right when it was there

Reflections, rites, and playful stares

And what of me?

Where could I start?

I wasn't sure

I only wanted to see her

And when I did, it didn't last

The Spanish Look

Is in the past

Recalling simple lines of architects

And simple waves of brunette hair

The Spanish look

Just like Madrid or Cuidad de Mexico

The Spanish look

The Spanish look

Yeah, you know

I had my chance

It's what I took

When I knew her she had a Spanish look

I had my chance

It's what I took

The Spanish Look