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 wish 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