Spanish Dancer - Joe Walsh

She stands with her head in the air

Sweet smell of perfume

Castanets, fan and a rose in her hair

Holds every heart in the room

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer

They dart and they glance

Is it my imagination?

Or just part of the dance

Oh how she moves in the moonlight

Everyone under her spell

Wondering just what her smile might imply

Only the shadows can tell

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer

They flirt and they tease

Even the best laid plans

Bring a man to his knees

Heads follow her every move

Seems like time standing still

Measuring chances of taking her home

Shame that no one ever will

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer

Sparkle and glance

Is it my imagination?

Or just part of the dance

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer

Candlelight’s glow of romance

Is it an invitation?

Or just part of the dance

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer