No longer the sensual item
Reflecting the beauty of the day
Now there are children all around her
Listening to what she has to say
She tells them the stories of their folklore
Remnants of love, forgotten roles
Innocents listen to her stories,
She says to them no one really knowsHow could you call my name and say I'm with you,
Noone ever asked my point of view
Still you make decisions that you feel
Convincing others that we need the new
Murals painted everywhere in sight
Man is still Diego's only plight
Tricks he plays discovering the new
No one ever asked our point of viewSky rockets burst into the future
Go to the island in the sky
This woman is watching by the window
A touch of humour in her eyes
Her ideas abandoned for the children
Easy to start, so hard to stop
Tricks of the man she knows as her man
A touch of humour in her eyes(musical interlude)No longer the sensual item
Reflecting the beauty of the day
Now there are children all around her
Listening to what she has to say
Sky rockets burst into the future
Go to the island in the sky
This woman is watching by the window
A touch of humour in her eyesHow could you call my name and say I'm with you,
Noone ever asked my point of view
Still you make decisions that you feel
Convincing others that we need the new
Murals painted everywhere in sight
Man is still Diego's only plight
Tricks he plays discovering the new
No one ever asked his point of view