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