Maria, gratia plena In hora mortis nostrae Gratia plena Ave, ave dominus Dominus tecum Benedicta tu in mulieribus Et benedictus Benedictus fructus, fructus ventris

Girl flower, girl flower, girl flower, Girl flower, girl flower, girl flower Woman, girl flower, love, first love, This odespertar of a song That ha sleeps sky in the heart, and today fair love to arrive, to amorcantar Woman, girl flower, love, first

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

The black freighter Then one night there's a scream in the night There's a ship And the ship "Kill them now, or later?" You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once ya tip me and it

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

*Nas talking* "The light is there." See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

Alexander Hamilton In New York you can be a new man What's your name, man? In New York you can be a new man How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence impoverished

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,