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Long time ago since I bought her
Wasn't nice, was already played
Thin string, like delicate girl
She touched me and told a tale.

She lived among orange trees
Journeyed from far away
The whole world may come against me
I do not have another weapon.

Market place, Spanish blood
Fiery light, all lives in her.
If she is happy, she'll shout
If she hurts, she'll start to cry.

She lived among orange trees
Journeyed from far away
The whole world may come against me
I do not have another weapon.

There is no better mate, you can't find
Wherever you live, wherever you are
Accompanies you, awaits you back
Won't leave you like unfaithful girl.