Maria Is A Mystery

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Maria has a music box she winds up 
most every day
Bb                              G
Once a week is all it takes, to make
 the music play
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Melody is just some childhood 
  Bb
lullaby her mother
        F            C
Used to sing to her.

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And the road down to the city, goes
       C
 right by Maria's door
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I often walk right by her house on 
G
my way to the store
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   F
Up there where those Italian mothers
            Bb           C
Dress their shivering bambinos
        F
For the rain.

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She tells me about Jesus, and all
             F
 his gallant men
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I tell her about fantasy
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Maria she's this lady, on the 
              D
way down to the river
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Maria she's a mystery
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Maria she's a mystery.

     F                             
Yeah passing by this morning, I 
    C
drew a picture in my head
Bb                                
Our bodies in some candlelight 
  G
that glowed upon our skin
F                                 
Maybe if I touched her, she would 
Bb
disappear
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Like angels in a dream.