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