Talking Eyes

Booklet: https://tinyurl.com/2fepxred -- Eighty meters on the hot sand Red Wine resting in my right hand Bodega by the harbor dock Looking for a shadow, watching the clock Then she stepped into the noon glare Short blond Scandinavian hair Grey-blue eyes that make you freeze Bringing Spanish heat down to its knees She didn't speak a single word The loudest sign I ever heard One little look and all was clear: Aioli’s gone, but bread is here! Those talking eyes, those talking eyes! Spanish fire in a sweet disguise! Those talking eyes, those talking eyes! The finest girl beneath the skies! She speaks in codes, she cuts the noise Talking eyes, talking eyes! I drank the vibes, I felt the coast Thinking: "Man, the south delivers the most!" Four long days of local charm I was ready to tattoo her on my arm Then she dropped the check upon the wood Smiled at me like nobody could Asked her town, she gave a smirk: "Stockholm. Coding. Summer work." Computer Science, third degree! Sitting right across from me Three hours south to beat the cold Now Swedish data’s bought and sold! Those talking eyes, those talking eyes! Spanish fire in a sweet disguise! Those talking eyes, those talking eyes! The finest girl beneath the skies! She speaks in codes, she cuts the noise Talking eyes, talking eyes! Flew to Spain for southern passion Found a northern logic fashion If Stockholm girls run Palma’s floor Who serves coffee next to Thor? No talking eyes in Palma’s bay! Packing bags for Midsummer Day! Stockholm sun that never dies! Chasing down those talking eyes! Forget the heat, I’m flying north Talking eyes, talking eyes!