| Oh, Maria
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| Your eyes are like a demon lover’s child
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| and lips of velvet issue invitation
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| every time you smile
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| You sucked me in, I must admit
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| that I was waiting for a sign
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| Won’t you leave me on the corner
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| by the light,
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| because I’m stepping out tonight
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| Oh, Maria
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| I envy any man who knows your name
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| Though once I knew you well
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| I’m not ashamed to be the one
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| who drags you down
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| Your life is like a movie
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| Like a story pasted up on subway walls
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| Won’t you leave me something sacred
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| when you fall?
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| unless there’s nothing left at all
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| Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose
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| and every moment strikes a pose
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| on every technicolor close
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| And other women show their teeth,
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| and schoolboy husbands beg relief,
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| and empty lovers search the street
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| Maria
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| Convince me in the night you know the way
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| Though every lover brings another
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| screaming to the light of day
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| Won’t you leave me by the lamp post
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| In the haze of your perfume,
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| night fades away
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| Won’t you leave me by the lamp post
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| In the haze of your perfume,
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| night fades away |