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.