If I ever had a daughter called
Maria, she'd hear the song (from West Side Story) a
lot. That's what I think of first--and of my grandfather (who absolutely loved it) singing the song.
Maria's nothing but good thoughts. It's very, very lovely.
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Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight