After all, the broken stones. That were thrown, for no good reason. Inside, she's loving him still. After all this time. And though her heart bears the scars.
I get such a thrill. When you look in my eyes. My heart skips a beat, girl. I feel so alive. Please tell me baby. If all this is true. 'Cause deep down inside.
Walking down the street, kicking cans. Looking at the Billboard, oh so bland. Summing up the people, checking out the race. Doing what I'm doing, feeling out of place..
Now what's that crazy rhythm, coming from the street. The sound of people moving to that Latin beat. Now this ain't Puerto Rico, this is London E18. Everybody's welcome to my own dream.