MARIA HAS A MUSIC BOX SHE WINDS UP MOST EVERY DAY
ONCE A WEEK IS ALL IT TAKES TO MAKE THE MUSIC PLAY
MELODY IS JUST SOME CHILDHOOD LULLABY HER MOTHER
USED TO SING TO HER
AND THE ROAD DOWN TO THE CITY GOES RIGHT BY MARIA'S DOOR
I OFTEN WALK RIGHT BY HER HOUSE ON MY WAY TO THE STORE
UP THERE WHERE THOSE ITALIAN MOTHERS
DRESS THERE SHIVERING BAMBINOS
FOR THE RAIN
SHE TELLS ME ABOUT JESUS AND ALL HIS GALLANT MEN
I TELL HER ABOUT FANTASY
MARIA SHE'S THIS LADY ON THE WAY DOWN TO THE RIVER
MARIA, SHE'S A MYSTERY
ONCE A WEEK IS ALL IT TAKES TO MAKE THE MUSIC PLAY
MELODY IS JUST SOME CHILDHOOD LULLABY HER MOTHER
USED TO SING TO HER
AND THE ROAD DOWN TO THE CITY GOES RIGHT BY MARIA'S DOOR
I OFTEN WALK RIGHT BY HER HOUSE ON MY WAY TO THE STORE
UP THERE WHERE THOSE ITALIAN MOTHERS
DRESS THERE SHIVERING BAMBINOS
FOR THE RAIN
SHE TELLS ME ABOUT JESUS AND ALL HIS GALLANT MEN
I TELL HER ABOUT FANTASY
MARIA SHE'S THIS LADY ON THE WAY DOWN TO THE RIVER
MARIA, SHE'S A MYSTERY
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