This one's called. Now for you. Downtown samba. . Canal Street's where we dance. We do the rhumba, samba. The city's hot, we're almost naked. It's a scandal.
I'm walkin' downtown. No lookin' around. 'Cause I'm a fool and a half. Blessed and beaten by love. . I walk in the direction. But then I stop the action.
I never meet her in the city. But believe me she is pretty. Six-hundred-fifty miles away. I meet my angel in the desert. In the desert I can meet her.