Près des remparts de Seville (Seguidilha)

Near the ramparts of Seville
At my friend Lillas Pastia's
I will dance the Seguidilla
And drink Manzanilla.
I will go to my friend Lillas Pastia.
Yes, but alone one gets bored,
And true pleasures are shared,
So, to keep me company,
I will take my lover.
My lover... he's gone to hell,
I kicked him out yesterday.
My poor heart, so fickle,
My heart is free as air.
I have suitors by the dozen,
But they are not to my liking.
Here comes the end of the week,
Who wants to love me? I will love him!
Who wants my soul? It's up for grabs.
You've come at the right time;
I hardly have time to wait,
Because with my new lover,
Near the ramparts of Seville
At my friend Lillas Pastia's,
We will dance the Seguidilla
And drink Manzanilla
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