I couldn't stop thinking about the girl
She was just so happy and pretty
Her hair was black with many curls
That picture—Ana was dressed in pearls
She was just so happy and pretty
Her hair was black with many curls
That picture—Ana was dressed in pearls
Like the night stars in heaven glitter
Streaming bright like vagrant star-dust swirl
Then a torrent of words unfurled
So, I wrote her this little ditty
To the most beautiful girl in the world
Then a torrent of words unfurled
So, I wrote her this little ditty
To the most beautiful girl in the world
Her silky skin burnished like mahogany burl
Beaming bright where she was sitting
Beaming bright where she was sitting
I couldn't stop thinking about the girl
Bayahíbe Rose, by God’s hand, impearled
Drizzled with little raindrops brightly glinting
I couldn't stop thinking about the girl
The tiny girl smiles with strings of Pearls
Her tilted head with innocent eyes twinkling
Holding captive all our eyes, Dominican girl
For you girl, the party’s jingling and tinkling
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