She said
This is the Spanish look
It's what they wear in Spain
It makes me laugh
Saying it to myself again
(Hey-hey, mm-mm)

The place was downstairs
The light was dim
She was still, yeah and I still am
She laughed a lot
And where she'd been
It had been hot
Recalling simple lines of architects
And simple waves of her brunette hair

The Spanish look
Just like Madrid or Cuidad de Mexico
The Spanish look
One glance and you know
It was right, when it was there
Reflections, rites, and her playful starеs
(Hey-hey, mm-mm)

And what of me?
Whеre could I start?
I wasn't sure
I only wanted to see her
And when I did, it didn't last
The Spanish Look
Is in the past
Well, recalling simple lines of architects
And her simple waves of brunette hair
The Spanish look
Just like Madrid or Cuidad de Mexico
The Spanish look
The Spanish look
Yeah, you know

I had my chance
It's what I took
When I knew her she had a Spanish look
I had my chance
It's what I took
The Spanish Look