Verse:
A E
I met this girl at a wedding down in Mexico.
A E
Her long black curls; they would follow her wherever she'd go.
A Abm Dbm Gb7
Oh I taught her how to samba I only wish I would have thought of
A
That when you're dancing by the ocean you can fabricate emotion
B
And it's hard to differentiate.
Chorus:
E Gbm
Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understand
A B
They'll take hold of you. They'll take hold of you.
E Gbm
The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you when
A B
You go home again. When you go home again.
Verse:
A E
The letters fly and I feel bad for how long I have delayed,
A E
But I just can't reply 'cause I'd be typing until the month of may.
A Abm
It's like a scratch on a CD that keeps repeating
Dbm Gb7
and now the song is losing meaning.
A
So if you want to find the one for you go on and skip a track or two
B
and cast aside this old debate.
Verse:
A E
I met this girl and now it seems it was forever ago.
A Am
We found ourselves in a dream but we left it down in Mexico-oh-oh oh.
