I went out walking and you were not there
They say you look familiar, famous and destined to win
And they say you look Spanish with your long dark hair
Well I may agree, but you do not see what I do
And I know you're alone
While you wait for me at home
But I'll make you see
You're not Spanish to me
And I know that it's hard to see a change in me
But I'd rather be home, in a kitchen with nothing to do
And a lie is a failure and I'd fail if I say
That I know the truth, that I have the answers for you
But you know I'm alone
While you wait for me at home
But I'll make them see
She's not Spanish to me
So, Lord, let me dream and draw pictures of her
I'm faithful you know, the purity carried me through
And truth spoke in anger is a means to an end
Thread from the spool, drawing me back home to you
But you know I'm alone
While you wait for me at home
But I'll make you see
You're not Spanish to me
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