she wasn't a flamenco dancer, 
but I love the way she moved her hips, 
to the rhythm of my guitar, 
and the collision of her kiss, 
sit out on summer nights, 
oh I loved to hear you sing, 
I thought you were all I wanted, 
but I guess you didn't feel the same 

puerto rico in the summer time, 
tell me your name girl and I'll tell you mine, 
oh you said it would all be fine, 
puerto rico in the summer time 

she wasn't a flamenco dancer, 
but oh the way she spoke was bliss, 
even with everything I knew, 
I couldn't have been prepared for this, 
she wanted me to give her all, 
but I was out of line, 
she wanted more than I could give, 
but darling we ran out of time 

now oh she was a fighter, 
and she could throw a punch, 
that girl gave me spirit, 
but now that all is gone, 
she isn't a flamenco dancer, 
but I see her all the time, 
and one day I will tell her how I feel, 
and I will make her mine