I

ne-

ver

knew

I

was

a

lo-

ver

Just

cause

I

steal

the

things

you

hide

Just

cause

I

fo-

cus

while

we're

dan-

cing

Just

cause

I

of-

fered

you

a

ride

Still

I

am

not

from

Bar-

ce-

lo-

na

I

am

not

e-

ven

from

Mad-

rid

I

am

a

na-

tive

of

the

North

folk

And

that

can

mess

up

a-

ny

kid

Well

if

you

could

re-

in-

vent

my

name

Well

if

you

could

re-

di-

rect

my

day

I

wan-

na

be

the

King

of

Spain

And

I

will

set-

tle

in

Pamp-

lo-

na

And

I'll

pro-

voke

the

bulls

with

words

And

then

I'll

send

a

man

to

meet

them

all

The

blood

is

fake,

so

I

have

heard

And

all

the

se-

no-

ri-

tas

sigh-

ing

Will

be

the

foun-

tain

of

my

lies

But

while

we're

floa-

ting

in

si-

es-

tas

You

search

for

bot-

tles

and

for

knives

Well

if

you

could

re-

in-

vent

my

name

Well

if

you

could

re-

di-

rect

my

day

I

wan-

na

be

the

King

of

Spain

And

I

wear

my

boots

of

Spa-

nish

lea-

ther

Oh

while

I'm

tigh-

te-

ning

my

crown

I'll

di-

sap-

pear

in

some

fla-

men-

co

Per-

haps

I'll

reach

the

o-

ther

side

Why

are

you

stam-

ping

my

il-

lu-

sion?

Just

cause

I

stole

some

ea-

gle's

wings

Be-

cause

you

named

me

as

your

lo-

ver

Well,

I

thought

I

could

be

a-

ny-

thing

Well

if

you

could

re-

in-

vent

my

name

Well

if

you

could

re-

di-

rect

my

day

I

wan-

na

be

the

King

of

Spain