| She would travel most each day |
| Down a lonely road, a winding way |
| Just to purchase from a shop |
| Where an eager villain waited there |
| Just to sell her smiles |
| Just to say la la |
| say la la |
| Cost was not important |
| It was the way her body made it right |
| Lost among her passion where |
| Relief was fast the pain was nice |
| Quick way for a smile |
| Just to smile la la -- la la |
| Looking in her eyes I saw |
| I could see her looking back at me |
| I asked if she would dance the night |
| She reminded me |
| I’d seen her once before |
| A long time ago -- |
| There you go, I softly spoke |
| You smile but not be joyful |
| I wanna know, I wanna know |
| Why is it hard for you to feel good |
| And the she laughed looked at me |
| And said it’s really not your business |
| It’s not for you to know |
| You see the spell was broke |
| I took her arm please be seated |
| This won’t take too long |
| Problem is so old and spent |
| I begin to wonder |
| Why you went |
| Smiling shops your eyes |
| Your smile is no surprise |
| no surprise |
| Let me write it down I said |
| 'Cos I know you are afraid of me |
| I’ll explain in a kind of rhyme |
| So’s not to scare ya |
| Not to scare your senses |
| Not at all |
| Hear me now, concentrate |
| You go into a mirror |
| Into a shop a selling shop |
| It’s where you go back for your pleasure |
| He lets you smile |
| You’re on display |
| He lets you loose identity |
| loose identity |
| OH Questa Vitoria |
| Santa Maria |
| Questa Dela |
| OH Questa Vitoria |
| Santa Maria |
| Questa Dela |
| Well I guess I touched the secret note |
| I guess I got it right so right |
| You ask am I supposed to see |
| What has bee |