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.A G#m C#m F#7 Oh I taught her how to samba I only wish I would have thought ofA That when you're dancing by the ocean you can fabricate emotionB And it's hard to differentiate. Chorus:E F#m Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understandA B They'll take hold of you. They'll take hold of you.E F#m The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you whenA 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 G#m It's like a scratch on a CD that keeps repeating C#m F#7 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 twoB 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.
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