The Girl From Malate

 

Well, just some wildfires that needs retelling. I needed to dump this in here. It may had been beautiful during those times, but it was no excuse to the very life I was heading. People in our lives, they just passed by, one after another. So I convinced myself I was destined for another one better. 

The Girl From Malate
(12/05/2002)

Lovely and beautiful,
this girl from Malate goes walking,
And when she passes,
everyone's eyes goes looking

So when the music starts to play,
my foolish heart he sings
With those hips and hands swaying,
there goes my mambo with her swinging

Oh those eyes so sweet and face so tender,
I watched her so madly, and sadly,
how can I tell her I love her
for I could not give my heart gladly.

So when each day she walks towards me
she passes by and I watch her,
She just looks straight ahead,
not at me - not inside me.

Lovely and beautiful,
This girl from Malate goes her way walking
As she passes by, I just smiled, and die

She doesn't see me,
She just wouldn't see inside me,
Oh how glad but sad am I to see her,
that she just can't.