She's dreams in Spanish, she's calls herself Rosa
The color of life, color of love.
A bottle of pills and a note from Aunt Teresa, and
Six one dollar bills.
She's love in with Miguel the man from the bakery, he's,
Twenty-nine years old but without wife.
She sees the world from another side of reason, she'd
Like to correct his life.
She the hates the cold its not like her native Valencia,
Where she, picks the fruit right off the tree
Half-sisters thinks she's 'mad with the moon
But, not her sister Emily.
She's talk with the priest, she walks in the garden, they
Tell her things she wants to hear.
Physical beauty is something God gives you,
Not something to fear.
She's the most beautiful girl in Valencia, and all the
Spanish boys stare at her still.
Daydreams are filled with coatings and chocolates, not (the)
Phone or electricity bills.
She the hates the cold its not like her native Valencia,
Where she, picks the fruit right off the tree
Half-sisters thinks she's 'mad with the moon
But, not her sister Emily.
She the hates the cold its not like her native Valencia,
Where she, picks the fruit right off the tree
Half-sisters thinks she's 'mad with the moon
But, not her sister Emily.
She thinks she's beautiful so she must be beautiful