SPANISH GUITAR

A smoky room,

a small cafe
they come to hear you play
and drink and dance

the night away.

I sit out in the crowd

and close my eyes...

dream you're mine,
but you don't know...
you don't even know that I'm there!


I wish that I was in your arms
like that Spanish guitar
and you would play me through the night
'till the dawn.
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
like that Spanish guitar
all night long...

all night long...
I'd be your song.

I'd be your song!


Steal my heart

with every note you play.
I pray you'll look my way
and hold me to your heart someday.
I long to be the one that you caress

with tenderness...
and you don't know...
you don't even know that I exist!


Te sientas entre la gente,
cierras tu ojos
y suenas que soy tuyo...
pero yo no siquiera se que estas ahi

me gustaria tenerte entre mis brazos amor...

Diane Warren