Monnalisa's her stage name
And she gets lost for a moment
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In the music of the squares
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The sun beats on the shutters
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She smokes alone, but still she cries
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She looks way older than me
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But she's a niña of the world, a daughter of the port
And she dances on a speaker
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Her heart quickly teaches her
That she's not a girl anymore
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She hates photos, she dreams of a bike
That just goes fast, that's all
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She runs from a God who speaks
The slang of the underworld
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Always reveals a sea of things to you
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Beneath the veils of young brides
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Black eyes look like yours to me
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You've never seen a bouquet of roses
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It can't be your name's fault
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You don't love, you only make love
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You don't love, you only make love
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Red eyes, like with flashes
Underworld, dreaming of cash
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Wild violet won't be the umpteenth one
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A wine mouth the color of Lent
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Who'll have to sell her skin dearly
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To a bad merchant of stars
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On top of a silk glove
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She hates photos, she dreams of a bike
That just goes fast, that's all
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She runs from a God who speaks
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The slang of the underworld
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Always reveals a sea of things to you
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Beneath the veils of young brides
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Black eyes look like yours to me
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You've never seen a bouquet of roses
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It can't be your name's fault
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You don't love, you only make love
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Monnalisa's her stage name
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And she wanted to gamble
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Her luck at cards, but she's already far from here
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They saw her on a train
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Escaping from her poison
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The past's a snake in your breast if it's yours
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Always reveals a sea of things to you
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Beneath the veils of young brides
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Black eyes look like yours to me
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You've never seen a bouquet of roses
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It can't be your name's fault
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You don't love, you only make love
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You smile, but hide pain
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You don't love, you only make love