Beams directing traffic on Belmont Paintings of St.Mary in each house A blessing is in the home of Sanchez Yelling at the top of my lungs, Alexandria! Her lips the color of a summer rose She might meet my girlfriend
Tired of the flat girlfriend I ride the 70 down Belmont In a garden I pluck a rose And wait outside her house Oh how I love the name Alexandria The finest gem from Mrs. Sanchez
I love the sound of an Sanchez It brings shame to my girlfriend That fiery accent calls me to Alexandria No matter the distance between me and Belmont She can look in front of her house Im on her sidewalk, holding a rose
I will always hand her roses Predjuice eyes from a concern Sanchez Oh if they ever found me in that house So she walks to my girlfriend's Away from the curious eyes on Belmont They've ask where is my Alexandria?
Don't worry my Alexandria Soft like the pedal of a rose Let me kiss you outside of Belmont Where nobody is named Sanchez Show you where I lay next to my girlfriend We can make love all over this house
Just get comfortable in this house Spray that majestic spirit, Alexandria Maybe I pass this flavor to my girlfriend If willing, she can even get a rose Call it the night she tasted a Sanchez What we can share with the Latina on Belmont,
A girlfriend is snow on a dying rose Warm in a house with a gem called Alexandria Kissing the skin of an Sanchez, on Belmont