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We were out gettin buried under the lights of New York City
And all these girls they been walkin and talkin oh so damn pretty
I've seen Hemingway's ghost in a bar in Nolita
He said, "Man, pull up a chair I once knew this Senorita.
She had oceans in her eyes, name was Maria,
and if I ever get the chance to see her...
again."
She knew a friend who knew a friend of mine
She was overworked and strung out at Christmastime
Won't you come down to the bar
There's a rattle in my bones
And if you thought about takin me home
Darlin won't you give it a try
Set out 'neath the lights of Leon
Said her destination was unknown
Don't know when I comin home
She was on the inside
Lookin out, lookin fine
Her cadence divine
I know you wonder sometimes
If this could ever be more than a really good time
This can't be our fate all pens and ties
'Cause when the lights go down, Mama, that's when we really shine x2
Whoa Maria, pretend that I don't see ya
Leavin 'neath the lights
Gonna find another home tonight
If I ever get the chance to see ya
Oh oh
Her cadence divine
Gonna find, gonna find, gonna find another home tonight...
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