Letra

Magdalena is the girl with fine dark hair Walk the streets without a care She works late and wakes at dawn To pay her rent at City Hall Don't judge wealth by money in the jar It all depends on the person you are To be content is to know your self Your cause is felt from birth till the end Now Bobby is just a hard working man Makes his bread as fast as he can Takes his hand to any rake or spade Had some work up North, and then he stayed Solo Section Magdalena be proud of who you are Life is more than money in the jar Honey, take a look inside your self You don't have to pretend to be someone else To the end, to the end To the end, to the end
Writer(s): Juan Carlos Calderon Lopez De Arroyabe, Jean Marie Moreau Claude Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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