She moves like Esmerelda
He watches her intently
Soul colder than November nights
But she speaks to him so softly
You would have to lean in to hear her
And all of her sweet nothings
And he says baile, baile baile con mi amor baile
Baile baile con mi amor baile… baile baile
I think I remember seeing him in a dream before
For sure, he was, showering me with whisky kisses
Leading to temporary insanity
Telephone booth technicalities
Expensive conversations over candle-light
And before I woke up he said baile
Baile baile con mi amor bale
Baile baile con mi amor baile… baile baile…