Lolita standing on the corner
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Such beauty in one so young
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Her eyes stare only for a moment
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With the sun’s glare
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She is gone
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It’s one world, one world to another
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No warning of things to come
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The splendour one side of the picture
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Only one glimpse have to run
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It’s OK down in Puerto Rico
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All the people say
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Must come back here some day
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It’s OK down in Puerto Rico
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Come what may there’s always church on Sunday
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It’s midday
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All the streets are quiet
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People sleep through the hot day sun
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With darkness atmosphere’s appealing
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The night holds promise of things to come
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It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
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All the people sway
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We slip into a new day
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It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
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If there’s a way we’ll come back here some day
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It’s one bar then onto another
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In the centre of old San Juan
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Ten thousand people standing on the sidewalks
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I drink with each and every one
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It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
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All the people say you must come back here someday
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It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
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Come what may there’s always church on Sunday
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It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
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As the people sway
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We drink into a new day
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It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
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If there’s a way we’ll come back here some day
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Puerto Rico
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| Colin Hay |
