Spanish Rose

She was a gypsy girl I met in Spain We drank a red sangria, we drank champagne I couldn't understand her or what she said I do recall her dress was very red She's a gypsy girl with the long black hair Living on the street with no time to spare [?] to announce Could she ever be the Spanish Rose? She's talking in tongues and with her eyes It's as if time just stopped when she passed by It was unlike anything I've seen before There was a somеone knockin' at the door She's a gypsy girl with thе long black hair Living on the street with no time to spare [?] to announce Could she ever be the Spanish Rose? Spanish Rose Spanish Rose