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I never knew I was a lover—
Just ‘cause I steal the things you hide,
Just ‘cause I focus while we’re dancing,
Just ‘cause I offered you a ride.
Still I am not from Barcelona.
No, I am not even from Madrid.
I am a native of the North Pole,
And that can mess up any kid.
Well if you could reinvent my name—
well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.
And I will settle in Pamplona,
And I’ll provoke the bulls with words,
And then I’ll send a man to meet them all;
The blood is fake, so I have heard.
And all the senoritas sighing,
Will be the fountain of my lies,
But while we’re floating in siestas
We search for bottles and for knives.
Well if you could reinvent my name—
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.
And I wear my boots of Spanish leather,
Oh, while I’m tightening my crown.
I’ll disappear in some flamenco;
Perhaps I’ll reach the other side.
Why are you stabbing my illusion?
Just ‘cause I stole some eagle’s wings
Because you named me as your lover
Well, I thought I could be anything.
Well if you could reinvent my name—
well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.(Leaving for a week in Barcelona tomorrow. Should be excellent.)
