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Maria's Beautiful Mess
She fell to the mattress
with the grace of an actress
You¡¯re falling like a thief from a roof.
She¡¯s asking for proof , ";Are you staying?";
Outside you hear mission bells.
Welcome to Maria¡¯s beautiful mess,
In a cluttered apartment on the West Side.
She pulls the blinds while,
You watch how her dress falls round her .
Chorus
And the world slows, a clock shows
A wrinkle in the flow of time
And she steps close, her eyes glow,
Lips pop open like a bottle of wine
And she loves like it¡¯s thirst
Like she¡¯s never been hurt,
She dances just like nobody¡¯s watching.
Is this love? Is this cursed?
It feels like the first time falling
Nobody¡¯s watching, Nobody¡¯s watching,
Nobody¡¯s watching, watching
Now she puts on some music,
She asks you to choose it
You sang her back a Gershwin line.
Now Ella is singing holy, soulfully
Bringing up better times
And beneath the tunes,
She¡¯s smiling on an unmade bed
She says, ";What¡¯s in the middle that scares you,
Does it dare you
To take a moment and just slow down?";
Chorus
Pull the curtains all down
On the prince or a clown,
She¡¯s smiling like the Mona Lisa.
You could conquer this town.
If your feet touched the ground,
But you¡¯re falling boy
I know, I see you
I see you, I see, I see,
I see you
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