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. 
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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.