In this crowded desert they call Paris. I've been watching you. Watching you, watching me. And every time I think of you. I think could this be love. Ai, ai, ai, ai.
He's my man, he's my man mountain, he's my lover and dear oh to me. He's my man, he's my man mountain, Lord, delivers his soul onto me, Lord. Delivers his soul onto me, Lord, delivers his soul onto me.
Mario was a halfbreed man, he used to make out, he was poor. Mario's mum had him under her gun, ''cause her white side did him more. Torn between two loyalties, leaving dad alone at home.