| A lovely and old fashioned bodega
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| From the sea-sides, the mountains pouring down
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| Through the old fashioned, soul passion town
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| When love fills the air and he asks me
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| «When will you be mine?»
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| I sighed, my valentine’s
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| Proposed to me in a bodega
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| When romance has won and he asks me
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| «What home shall we have?»
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| I laugh, «My better half
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| Just build inside a bodega, bodega»
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| A lovely and old fashioned bodega
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| Where the fruits and the flowers stay this bright
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| School children come eager to buy their ortega
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| For as goes the bodega, goes the light
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| When storm clouds appear, Randy tells me
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| «The landlords are lose»
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| I yell, «Fight with me to save the bodegas»
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| When justice has won
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| The demons have lost their demands
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| I cry, «My darling love
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| Make love to me in a bodega, bodega»
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| A lovely and old fashioned bodega
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| Pretty lights through the darkened pads of Rome
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| Lead the crippled, the broken and even the beggars
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| To their old fashioned, soul passion hope
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| Take me home
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| Take me home
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| Ole
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| Bodega |