Sangre Dolce

The soft winds of Buenos Aires Once blew into her room Now all she can do is kneel and pray Sangre dolce Sangre dolce She's lost in the streets Lost in her thoughts She's lost in the smiles of the baby all day She's new in New York, dressed up like a doll But broken like clay Sangre dolce Sangre dolce She cries when underneath the crystal moon She hears a sultry Spanish song But coming from that neighborhood saloon It sounds all wrong Puts the child in the stroller And walks through the park "What a beautiful baby you have" The women all say "Thank you" she says, pretending it's hers Her own is so far away Sangre dolce Sangre dolce Sangre dolce...