He Was Brazilian

He Was Brazilian
Can't recall his height, hair in the moonlight
I remember his eyes were grey, in Rio on holiday

He Was Brazilian
Over all the others
If I had my druthers
I don't recall he said his name
I'll never be the same

Let fate cross paths
On that afternoon we laughed
He was sweet and elegant
Like an angel heaven sent
cffair after affair, he remains ever so rare

What then became of him
Met him on whim
With the lights so dim
That first moment when we met, perfect
He Was Brazilian

Let fate cross paths
On that afternoon we laughed
He was sweet and elegant
Like an angel heaven sent
cffair after affair, he remains ever so rare

What then became of him
Met him on whim
With the lights so dim
That first moment when we met, perfect
He Was Brazilian