| The first time we met
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| I lit a cigarette
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| In a dive bar in downtown TJ
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| I ordered two shots
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| Dropped a dime in the jukebox
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| And played 3Life By The Drop2 by Stevie Ray
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| She was eighteen years old
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| Young and out of control
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| A Catholic school girl with ruby red lips
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| With that she pulled me close
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| Said Baby let’s toast to meeting you in a place like this
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| Oh Bella Maria
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| Was raised in East L. A
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| My Spanish rose from Mexico
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| Who stole my heart in TJ
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| The years have gone by
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| But from time to time
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| I still think of that night we shared
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| The last I heard she’d married divorced
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| Livin' not too far from here
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| Then one day in the Cuban caf?
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| I spotted those ruby red lips
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| She said I’ll be your waitress today
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| What’s the chances of me
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| Seeing you in a place like this
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| Oh Bella Maria
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| Was raised in East L. A
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| My Spanish rose from Mexico
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| Who stole my heart in TJ
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| In a rundown church
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| Out on the edge of town
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| Maria was dressed in white
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| She had flowers in her hair
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| The congregation stared as an angel walked down the aisle
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| Right there in God’s house we exchanged our vows
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| And sealed the deal with a kiss
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| With that I pulled her close
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| Said, who would have know
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| We’d be meeting in a place like this
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| Oh Bella Maria
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| Was raised in East L. A
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| My Spanish rose from Mexico
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| Who stole my heart in TJ |