Capo on 4 i'm an expatriate cut adrift i caught a good glimpse of her smile and her midriff i got me a body full of soul, and now i got me a mind full of sangria i didn't go there looking for trouble, i singled her out earlier but now i'm seeing double and the bartender told me that both of their names were maria the castanets in her hands, clickity-clack my own understanding of what it means to have some rhythm in your soul with a stomp and a shuffle from her feet, she made me lose a little bit of the pace in my heartbeat it's never been more fun to lose control her swirling skirt shows a little bit of thigh the glass in my hand won't stop running dry and all those flamenco guitars keep rattling all of those bones in my ear i guess its just too late she can already see that i'm from the states i guess we all have a tendency to get a little loud when we come over here i'm sorry about the insult, but please i don't need another bar bouncer catapult i can find my own way to the door tonight yeah, and i'm finding it a little hard to walk and this wine makes me yell every time i try to talk look what your dancer did to me tonight maria don't go, what are you doing after the show these are the words i'll never get to say maria i know, that i could be someone you'd like to know but i'm in no condition to make any first impressions today (back to intro (Am--E)) later that night in my hotel bed the rhythm of the stomps and the claps still ringing in my head i begin more than a little bit to regret some of my excess i'll have to find another way, the very next time i'm gonna try to make a play for a beautiful spanish dancer and hope to have any kind of success was it the wine or the redness of her lips that made me lose all of the feeling in my fingertips i guess i never will find out was it the wind from the swish of her skirt that blew my mind and swept me up like a featherweight flirt i guess i never will find out maria don't go, what are you doing after the show these are the words i'll never get to say maria i know, that i could be someone you'd like to know but i'm in no condition to make any first impressions today the next morning came with a ring from the phone-a i was already late for the bus to barcelona i jumped outta bed and ran down the hall with my suitcase in my hand i took the stairs; it was just one flight made my way towards the door and into bright sunlight how i was still able to move, i don't think i'll ever understand but just as i stepped outside something inside caught my eye it was the beautiful dancer from the night before she was just sittin' in a hotel lobby chair reading magazines, and playing with a strand of her hair i wanted to speak but i went out the door maria don't go, what are you doing after the show these are the words i'll never get to say maria i know, that i could be someone you'd like to know but i'm in no condition to make any first impressions today Hey, Maria stay (repeat) (because of the limited space, i hope this posts right)