Mi Fantasma
Barra Box
My Ghost
And this is: bar box!
I met a ghost,
I met a ghost.
One night on 82nd Street.
I asked her for directions
And now I can't forget her voice.
I asked her for directions
And now I can't forget her voice.
Because I imagined her
But how great is imagination
Because when I turned to look at her
My ghost disappeared
Because when I turned to look at her
My ghost disappeared
My ghost, my ghost
Has already disappeared
My ghost, my ghost
Has already disappeared
I met a ghost,
I met a ghost.
One night on 82nd Street.
I asked her for directions
And now I can't forget her voice.
I asked her for directions
And now I can't forget her voice.
Because I imagined her
But how great is imagination
Because when I turned to look at her
My ghost disappeared
Because when I turned to look at her
My ghost disappeared
My ghost, my ghost
Has already disappeared
My ghost, my ghost
Has already disappeared
