quenaGreaseThe street, Carmencita, is your dance hall.
The street, Carmencita, is your dance hall.The street that never sleeps,
The street that never sleeps,and confuses love with money.
and confuses love with money.Your feet are swollen, Carmencita,
Your feet are swollen, Carmencita,you"re wrapped up, your arms on strings.
you"re wrapped up, your arms on strings.That is the street where each bed
That is the street where each bedis set to the edge of the slit.
is set to the edge of the slit.“Requiem for Carmencita,” she said.
He nodded. “That song is old now. I didn"t think you would be familiar with it.”
He was a sad man, no matter how much he tried to hide it under his mannerisms. She smiled and shook her hair. She knew how lush it was. She grabbed his hand, small and robust wit
