Testo di Flamenco

Does it diminish your Super-capacity to love Walk like a matador, Don't be chicken-shit And turn breezes into rivulets Flamenco-sweep the air And weave the sun And stamp your feet for everyone Does it exhibit your Natural tendency to hate Maybe a prostitute Could teach you How to take a compliment Maybe i'll go to new york, I'll drag you there You said, "no one drags me Anywhere" Does it diminish your Super-capacity to love