Album: This Kind of Love
The soft winds of Buenos Aires
Once blew into her room
Now all she can do is kneel and pray
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She's lost in the streets
Lost in her thoughts
She's lost in the smiles of the baby all day
She's new in New York, dressed up like a doll
But broken like clay
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She cries when underneath the crystal moon
She hears a sultry Spanish song
But coming from that neighborhood saloon
It sounds all wrong
Puts the child in the stroller
And walks through the park
"What a beautiful baby you have"
The women all say
"Thank you" she says, pretending it's hers
Her own is so far away
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