| Fate sent her to me, over the sea from Spain,
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| She’s one in a million to me.
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| I found my romance when she went dancing by,
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| She must be a Castillian, si si!
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| Is she from Havana or Madrid?
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| But something about her
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| Is making me doubt her,
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| I think I remember the kid!
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| I can tell by her manana.
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| But not Havana!
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| Though she does a rhumba for us,
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| And she calls herself Dolores,
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| She was in a Broadway,
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| Known as Susie Donahue.
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| She can take her tambourine and whack it,
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| But with her it’s just a racket,
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| She’s a hoofer from Tenth Avenue!
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| She’s a Forty Second Streeter,
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| Senorita Donahue.
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| Is she from Rio? |
| (No! No! No!)
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| Havana? |
| (No! No! No!)
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| Hamburg? |
| (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| You can tell by her manana.
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| But not Havana!
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| Though she does a rhumba for us,
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| And she calls herself Dolores,
|
| She was in a Broadway,
|
| Known as Susie Donahue.
|
| She can take her tambourine and whack it,
|
| But with her it’s just a racket,
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| She’s a hoofer from Tenth Avenue!
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| She’s a Forty Second Streeter,
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| She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
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| Senorita Donahue. |