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…