From the recording Where the Legends Grow Like Weeds
Lyrics
He had those Spanish eyes
He had that certain look
And when the sun sank low
The man could really cook!
He knew just how to move
He knew just what to say
It wasn’t always the truth
I listened anyway.
CHORUS:
Ay, yai, yai, yai…
Why, Heaven knows!
But like a moth to a flame
That’s how it goes.
I don’t know why
Or who’s to blame
But like a moth to a flame
It always ends the same.
He had a jealous wife
She swore to make him pay
And after 20 long years
She really knew the way
She knew just when to move
She knew just what to say
It wasn’t always the truth
He listened anyway.
CHORUS
Ay, yai, yai, yai…
Why, Heaven knows!
But like a moth to a flame
That’s how it goes.
I don’t know why
Or who’s to blame
But like a moth to a flame
It always ends the same.
Like a moth to a flame
It always ends the same.