There’s a dancer from Argentina with raven hair, I’ll bet you tonight she’s in a club somewhere. With a passion for uptown fashion and ballroom lights, And I’ll hold her tonight in a dream that fades away.
Mover, I know all of your moves. When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina. Mover, come talk to me. Mover, take a walk with me. Sit down, show me your heart.
She deserted a wealthy family one stormy night, And fled Buenos Aires on an LA flight. She’d deny it, but she can’t hide it. It’s written in her eyes. There’s a ghost in her past and it haunts her night and day.
Mover, I feel all of your moves. When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina. Mover, come talk to me. Mover, take a walk with me. Sit down, show me your heart.
In a dream, walls all around you just fall away. All I see is a starry night, And the wind blows up around you and palms start to sway, And you glide across the floor like you’re flying.