Pretty tall order for a poor kid
from the streets of Madrid.
I have noticed a kind of sprouting
Come here, Everything's ready.
Oh, Eddie, not everything I write
Do three more jumps around the car.
Let me see if I can take flight.
Oh, Eddie, how is the Corio?
And when I dance the tango
I glide in your direction,
my in finitely lovely Mika.
My dance is armored anger
until the mambo moves me closer.
The guitar will play a solo
as we sail over the coast of Rio
Two stars on the horizon,
beyond the rules of human beings,
You will always be my star,
and that's putting it mildly.
And in our dance you will guide me,
and let me know what you desire.
Beyond the rules of human beings