(chorus 1)
twisting, turning, dancing,
making me uneasy...
i am unaccustomed to being
swallowed by any one thing...
she, is dancing like she never
danced before,
this creature i adore...
has got me begging, wanting,
needing more...
for her i will go to war...

spanish senorita rules her empire
of the night...
guarded by the dusty madness
of those men who tried...
and i am not the first,
and surely not to be the last...
we all drink of her to drown our
memories, our past...

(chorus 2)
twisting, turning, dancing,
making me uneasy...
no one is safe from being human
not even me...
and she has got me under her
dark spell tonight,
and i cannot win this fight...
when the morning chases the moon away,
into the darkness she retreats to stay...
when the morning chases the moon away,
there in the shadows she remains...

and i hope you're in a better
place than i,
could ever provide for a girl like you...
and i hope that the sands of your castle,
will keep you warm at night...
and i hope you'll have a better life,
than i could provide...