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Isabel says that |
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She don't need diamond rings |
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No house in the hills |
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No weekends in Palm Springs |
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She just wants a guy who'll |
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Love her and won't beat her all the time |
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Is that too much to ask? |
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She works everyday for |
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A family by the beach |
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The glow of the good life |
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Seems so out of reach |
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The hours on the bus and |
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The dealers on the corner by her home |
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It's so hard to face America alone |
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And Isabel says that |
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Maybe she'd be better off back home |
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South of the border |
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In the shadow of a bright green volcano |
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There isn't much work there |
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And her father likes to drink more |
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Than he should |
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But there's a boy there who loves her |
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And he'd treat her real good |
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Sunday she's free and |
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She spends it in her room |
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She shuts out the city |
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The danger and the gloom |
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She reads gossip websites |
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And chats with her beloved back at home |
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It's so hard to face America alone |
