No one remembers Maria, "has she been there too?" When everybody's talking she just listens and keeps quiet
She stands at the edge and watches when everybody's dancing With a faint smile upon her face she stands there and keeps still
How she wishes she would dance in the crowd Just move and don't think about What the others could talk about her That she could [bad word] her dumb shyness
Then she would be a volcano, a sunset glow, from head to toe celebration, exultation, fascination
She doesn't know what prevents her from letting it out So no one can suspect what’s behind her facade