Mission in Sevilla

(Intro - Intense Flamenco Guitar solo, clicking fingers, slow buildup to a driving beat)
(Verse 1 - Quick, spoken-word style, breathy)
Midnight taxi through Sevilla,
Tight black suit, I’m the killer—
Of the silence, looking for the target,
Lost in the alley, in the open market.
My watch is ticking, the mission is cold,
Spanish mystery, stories untold.
Need to find the intel, need to make the deal,
But the air is hot, and the tension is real.
(Pre-Chorus - Bassline kicks in, spy-thriller tension)
Then the guitar slows down...
And I turn around.
She’s standing in the smoke,
No, this ain’t no joke.
(Chorus - Full Flamenco Beat: Strong strumming & clapping)
Ay, qué linda! Light skinned, brown-eyed grace,
Black hair falling, looking at my face.
Like a 007, she’s a Spanish spy,
Dancin’ like a flame under the Andalusian sky.
Oh, she’s the mission! She’s the prize I see,
Flamenco dancer, she’s got a hold on me.
(Verse 2 - Rhythmic, fast, with Flamenco "Remate" accents)
She spins around, in a dress of red,
All the intel is gone from my head.
She moves with danger, she moves with class,
Broken memories, shattered glass.
I’m on a mission, but I lost my way,
She’s the only thing I see in Spain today.
(Chorus - Full Flamenco Beat: Strong strumming & clapping)
Ay, qué linda! Light skinned, brown-eyed grace,
Black hair falling, looking at my face.
Like a 007, she’s a Spanish spy,
Dancin’ like a flame under the Andalusian sky.
Oh, she’s the mission! She’s the prize I see,
Flamenco dancer, she’s got a hold on me.
(Bridge - Slow, seductive Flamenco guitar - Palmas clapping only)
Olé.
Stop the chase, stop the time.
She’s the reason, she’s the crime.
She clicks her heels,
I know how it feels...
To be caught.
(Guitar Solo - High speed, frantic Spanish guitar)
(Chorus - Full Flamenco Beat: Strong strumming & clapping)
Ay, qué linda! Light skinned, brown-eyed grace,
Black hair falling, looking at my face.
Like a 007, she’s a Spanish spy,
Dancin’ like a flame under the Andalusian sky.
Oh, she’s the mission! She’s the prize I see,
Flamenco dancer, she’s got a hold on me.
(Outro)
She's got a hold on me.
(Guitar slows)
Código: Flamenco.
(Final, loud, sharp guitar chord/clap)
Olé.

Fast, intense, with heavy flamenco guitar (compás) and rhythmic handclapping (palmas).