Saturday Paseo: Adelina

Oranges do not grow in the sea neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the sun that's hot, loan me your parasol. I'll wear my jealous reflection, juice of lemon and lime- and your words, your sinful little words- will swim around awhile. Oranges do not grow in the sea, Ay, love! And there is no love in Sevilla!