July 20, 2006
Song
Great now I have a song
named after me...
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MONICA
Ciudad
Monica, where's my harmonica?
There's an ode which I will sing:
"The sun shines I don't care,
I don't mind, you're not there."
Isn't it great? Isn't it great?
Isn't it great to be you?
Monica, I love you.
Isn't it great to be with you?
Each time I stare,
stars can't compare.
My fantasy... I want you.
You arrive at your space,
the world shakes out of place.
Isn't it great? Isn't it great?
Isn't it great to be you?
Monica, I love you.
Isn't it great to be with you? 
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