Roba

Sarah Vaughan, Perdido

Perdido, I look for my heart it’s perdido
I lost it way down in Torido
While chancing a dance fiesta
Bolero, he glanced as I danced the Bolero
He said taking off his sombrero: ‘Let’s meet for a sweet fietsa’

High was the sun when we first came close
Low was the moon when we said adios