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You came out onto the nightclub floor and
I greeted you with my best manner.
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You were sweaty. Well, it was a hot
night.
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I invited you for a drink and you made
the first move.
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You were fond of the bar, and I had
to drink three shots of rum.
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To get you out onto the spotlight with
public appraisal.
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Who cheered me up with olés. As I leaned
closer to such a brave woman...
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...and I was drunk, drunk, drunk.
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Coping with the situation...
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...with bullfighting skill and courage.
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And there on the nightclub's floor. Facing
head-on and full of rum.
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I cinched your waist, feeling your
girdle with grace and courage.
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Amidst olés, cheers, and praises
of satisfaction.
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It was the Cha-cha-chá's fault.
Cha-cha-chá.
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That you invited me to dance.
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As you charged at my cape, I peeked into
the balcony of your neckline.
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It was the Cha-cha-chá's fault.
Cha-cha-chá.
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Yes it was from the Cha-cha-chá.
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That made me a brazen person
by pure chance.
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Cha-cha-chá.
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It was the Cha-cha-chá's fault.
Cha-cha-chá.
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Yes it was from the Cha-cha-chá.
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That made me a brazen person
by pure chance.
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We walked out the door of the nightclub,
hand in hand, to celebrate.
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The true triumph of bullfighting
art and the cha-cha-chá.
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That bound us forever, sentimentally
by sheer coincidence.
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That's why it was Cha-cha-chá's fault.
Cha-cha-chá.
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I know it was Cha-cha-chá's fault.
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That's why it was Cha-cha-chá's fault.
