Spanish Dancer Lyrics - Analog Man - Joe Walsh

She stands with her head in the air 

Sweet smell of perfume 

Castanets, fan and a rose in her hair 

Holds every heart in the room 

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer 

They dart and they glance 

Is it my imagination 

Or just part of the dance 

Oh how she moves in the moonlight 

Everyone under her spell 

Wondering just what her smile might imply 

Only the shadows can tell 

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer 

They flirt and they tease 

Even the best laid plans 

Bring a man to his knees 

Heads follow her every move 

Seems like time standing still 

Measuring chances of taking her home 

Shame that no one ever will 

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer 

Sparkle and glance 

Is it my imagination 

Or just part of the dance 

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer 

Candlelight's glow of romance 

Is it an invitation 

Or just part of the dance 

The eyes of a Spanish Dancer