Blondie Maria

She moves like she doesn t care. Smooth as silk, cool as air. Ooh, it makes you wanna cry. She doesn t know your name and your heart beats like a subway train. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Ooh, don t you wanna take her Wanna make her all your own Maria. You ve gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights.