Tropical the island breeze
All of the nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your spanish lullaby
One look from you, I drift away
I pray that you are here to stay
Anything you want, you got it
Anything you need, you got it
Anything at all, you got it, baby
I saw her today at reception, a glass of wine in her hand
I thought she would meet her connection
At her feet was some fooloose man
No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime, you'll find
You'll get what you need
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twsting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande
No sé porque, pero detesto demasiado las historias que ponen a T/N con una apariencia diferente, con armas personalizadas, una máscara para ir a Chernóbil o a Kazajistán y con una fuerza alienígena.