Theresa gives more than she’s taken
All she asks is for a prayer along the road
She’s serving pancakes, her Hispanic lover
Can never keep up with her
He tries, though, with te amos in the cold
Theresa’s flown across the ocean
I haven’t seen her now for days and days and days
In Venizia she greets me with that stare
Says, “I’d know you anywhere”
And somehow, somehow it’s all okay
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