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I was in an Arizona tavernI sat down to dinnerChicken fajitas with nachos and peppersA bite stuck in my windpipe, it gave me a frightI choked and I gagged, and I saw this sightIn coordinated outfitsPromenading 'cross the dance floorRehearsing their moves while they waited for the saladHer cowboy boots were red with black trimAnd he was so handsome, so tall and so slimWere they angels of mercy or dance instructors?I was so lucky, it was one chance in a millionThat they were there in Arizona to go dancing.They two-stepped to my tableAnd hugged their arms around mePulled me to my feet and we whirled across the floorThe squeezed me so tightly my peppers popped freeI thought it was HeimlichBut it might have been Arthur MurrayWere they angels of mercy or dance instructors?I was so lucky, it was one chance in a millionThat they were there in Arizona to go dancing. Aus Songtexte Mania