Take a picture of your sun-kissed hair.
Take a picture of you standing there.
Your almond eyes
smiling like the sun in Barcelona.
Love the click of your jet black heels.
Love the way that your body feels.
Here in my arms
dancing the Tango in Buenos Aires.
Chorus:
All that I have is a dusty old box full of photographs.
All that I need is one more day in the sun
To help me remember a time
before all those Saturdays in the rain.
Remember when the bluebirds sing?
Wondered what the new day might bring.
The future was brighter then--
brighter than the lights in New York City.
Then the future came and went.
Burned up just like steel on flint.
And now that she's gone,
I'm bluer than the blues in Mississippi.
Chorus
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