| Palm trees are tall like the skyscrapers
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| the entrance says welcome over the gate
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| and Margarita lost a shoe bailando salsa
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| she threw away the other to dance descalza
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| such a hard life she’s after
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| but she smiles like a fool at Pablo
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| in his yellow Malibu, singing babalu
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| after winning at capicú, who knew
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| who knew that spirits dance mambo to hip hop
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| and snow flakes at tropical pit stops
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| this place we forgot, the puddles of our hearts
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| flood out in large amounts,
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| some drinks for all the natives
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| look around we all related
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| peace and love so underrated
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| que bueno que you made it
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| to the best place in town, from Puerto Rico
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| all the way to the boogie down
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| check the smells and sounds
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| in the underground that you found here.
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| A Nuyorico
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| bienvenidos
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| somos amigos
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| en Nuyoricoo
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| Check out the sabor en every flavor
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| as the owner Pedro counts his pesos giving besos
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| its a common custom,??? |
| you can trust them
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| with your life, tranquilo its safe at night
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| and if you are in the mood to view the city lights
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| of paradise, you don’t even have to go to Paris |
| you can go out on the dosey perris terrace
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| where tropical sounds can be found
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| you can sit or just lounge
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| or get Boricua down
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| mi casa es su casa, que pasa spoken here
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| mi raza su raza, love is in the air
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| and nothing compares to Nuyorico
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| it will make you fall in love
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| besame mucho and all the above
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| you’ll be greeted with kisses and hugs
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| la comida, la musica y la cultura
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| eso es la droga dance your feet and rip the rug up?
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| A Nuyorico
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| bienvenidos
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| somos amigos
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| en Nuyorico
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| At night the windows are covered with sudor
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| every cabana is a smoky humidor
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| and you can recognize the scent from the door
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| contraband of? |
| the music and more
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| and out on the veranda the host is Cassandra
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| guarantees all your needs will be served
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| the entertainment is superb
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| vacilon is the secret password, hey yo you never heard
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| about the coquito served by Enrique
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| who only speak el ingles un poquito
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| while Angelina cooks and cleans for a fee
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| nothing here is free, to pay is to be
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| so the patrons and me we get long singing songs
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| of La Isla Bonita, yeah we are all Boricuas |
| and if you no comprendo mi lengua its okay
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| I’ll speak it slow en acento Nuyorico
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| A Nuyorico
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| bienvenidos
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| somos amigos
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| en Nuyorico
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| (Nuyorican chatter) |