| Oh, mi Esmerelda, you’s a sight for sore eyes
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| I’m just off the bus from Clinton, they put me out on
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| I’m on my way home to see Mama now
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| Fancy meeting you along the way
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| Naw, don’t go, ain’t you got a minute for your old man?
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| Let me buy you something to eat
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| Just a cup of coffee from a bodega
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| I was hoping we might get a chance to speak
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| 'Cause there’s so much that I want to say to you
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| So much of which would just do no good
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| Like I will never ask you to forgive me
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| 'Cause Darling, I just don’t think that you should
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| 'Cause you’re the only good I’ve ever done with my life
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| And I’ve never done right by you
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| Might feel as though I owe you an explanation
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| I think that you already know the truth
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| So I’ll just say I’m sorry
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| But I know it’s not as simple as that
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| I think you and I both know better
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| Than to think that we can do a thing about the past
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| So how 'bout that cup of coffee?
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| Give me a cigarette, I know you smoke
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| 'Nuff about me, let’s hear about this boy that you’ve been seeing
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| Baby, I think you’d be amazed by what all I know
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| I know you look just like your mother
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| When you look at me that way
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| You know that look, it never worked for your mother
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| So what makes you think it’s gonna get you any place?
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| Ahí esta mi niña
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| You have such a pretty smile
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| Eres mi niña
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| My only child |