| Mary’s into new things got a brand new bag
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| Superficial living made her life a drag
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| World stereotypes her as she coins the phrase
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| Living for the hot wax and the printed page
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| She no longer wants to boss the bull around
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| Contrary to popular belief
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| All she wants to do is get inside your head
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| And play the fun rhythms of the street
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| Batucada Suite, rhythms of the street
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| Music for the soul love to make you whole
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| Estebans a walker and a superman
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| Says that love will someday reign throughout this land
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| Says he’s glad you let him try it all again
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| 'Cause his last time on earth he lived life in sin
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| All he wants to do is spread his eagle wings
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| And fly south for the winter just like me
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| All he wants to do is get inside your head
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| And play the funky rhythms from the streets
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| Batucada Suite rhythms for the feet
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| Music for the soul-geared to make you whole
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| Tribal drums of the African, the reggae of the Rastaman
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| The ragas of the Indians, rock-n-roll music of my homeland
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| Tender lutes of the Orient, the salsa of Spanish descent
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| Jesus music is heaven sent to remind us of what has went
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| Batu-Batu-cada
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| Batu-Batu-cada
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| I ya Ototele-the rhythms of Y Surdo as I taste life bittersweet
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| I know I am not complete until the message in my songs are yours
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| If you feel a pain unfair, crosses too heavy to bear
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| Preservation comes from peace not war
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| Batu-Batu-cada |