"Covered with dust and forgotten,
Like the face upon the wall.
The one souvenir of the days gone by,
There's an old spinning wheel in the parlor,..."
|Shes A Latin From Manhattan|
"SLOWLY>Fate sent her to me over the sea from Spain
And she is one in a million for me
I found my romance when she went dancing by
And she must be a Castillian, s?, s?..."