The sun pissing in the streets
Of some hung over place
Dances with two left feet
Upon her face
But soft, she is fast asleep
Beneath her mosquitoes
You would never want to know
What she knows
I met a girl down Puerto Rico way
With an eye as true as steel
And the hair grew red upon her head
Oh, love it would have been ideal
The summer air down Puerto Rico way
Is as hot as it can be
But the orchestra plays night and day
Martina, will you dance with me?
She's drunk every single day
She's young most of the time
She's spent all of the rent
On her decline
She's fun, fun to be around
She's done everything once
She's a fallen woman
Fallen sound asleep in the sun

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