Valencia

She dreams in Spanish
 She calls herself Rosa the
 Color of life, color of love
 A bottle of pills and a note from Aunt Teresa and
 Six one dollar bills
 She's in love with Miguel
 The man from the bakery
 29 years old but without a wife
 She sees the world from another side of reason she'd
 Like to correct his life
 She hates the cold
 It's not like her native Valencia where she
 Picks fruit from right of the tree
 Half sisters think she's mad with the moon but
 Not her sister Emily
 She talks to the priest
 She walks in the garden they
 Tell her things she wants to hear
 Physical beauty is something God gives you
 Not something to fear
 She's the most beautiful girl in Valencia and all the
 Spanish boys stare at her still
 Daydreams are filled with coatings and chocolates no
 Phone or electricity bills
 She hates the cold
 It's not like her native Valencia where she
 Picks fruit from right off the tree
 Half sisters think she mad with the moon but
 Not her sister Emily
 She hates the cold
 It's not like her native Valencia where she
 Picks fruit from right off the tree
 Half sisters think she's mad with the moon but
 Not her sister Emily
 She dreams in Spanish sometimes
 She thinks she's beautiful
 So she must be beautiful