[There seems to be some sort of show going on in the middle of town, if the small crowd is anything to go by. At the center of it all is a minotaur, dressed as a torero. ...Because Equestria loves irony, apparently. In his heavy arms is a guitar he strums at vigorously and is apparently getting really into it. It's almost difficult to ignore all the energy he puts into his playing.]
My heart beats like a drum A guitar string to the strum A beautiful song to be sung~ She's got brown eyes that shine passionately That roll back when she's laughing at me She rises up like the tide The moment her lips meet mine
We may only have tonight But till the morning sun, you're mine All~ mine Play the music low And sway to the rhythm of love
[He's clearly singing about someone who may or may not actually be here, but rest assured supposed subject is the source of all that energy. Looks like a good time.]
Manolo Sánchez | The Book of Life
My heart beats like a drum
A guitar string to the strum
A beautiful song to be sung~
She's got brown eyes that shine passionately
That roll back when she's laughing at me
She rises up like the tide
The moment her lips meet mine
We may only have tonight
But till the morning sun, you're mine
All~ mine
Play the music low
And sway to the rhythm of love
[He's clearly singing about someone who may or may not actually be here, but rest assured supposed subject is the source of all that energy. Looks like a good time.]