The Boy From... - Laura Benanti

Tall and slender, like an Apollo

He goes walking by, and I have to follow him

The boy from Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta Del

Sol Y Cruz

When we meet, I feel I’m on fire

And I’m breathless every time I enquire

«How are things in Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La

Junta Del Sol Y Cruz?»

Why, when I speak, does he vanish?

Why is he acting so clannish?

I wish I understood Spanish

When I tell him I think he’s the end

He giggles a lot with his friend

Tall and slender, moves like a dancer

But I never seem to get any answer

From the boy from Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta

Del Sol Y Cruz

I get the blues

Why are his trousers vermillion?

(His trousers are vermillion)

Why does he claim he’s Castilian?

(He says he’s Cathtilian)

Why do his friends call him Lillian?

And I hear at the end of the week

He’s leaving to start a boutique

Though I smile, I’m only pretending

'Cause I know today’s the last I’ll be spending

With the boy from Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta

Del Sol Y Cruz

Tomorrow he sails

He’s moving to Wales

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