Sangre Dolce - Carly Simon

The soft winds of Buenos Aires

Once blew into her room

Now all she can do is kneel and pray

Sangre dolce

Sangre dolce

She’s lost in the streets

Lost in her thoughts

She’s lost in the smiles of the baby all day

She’s new in New York, dressed up like a doll

But broken like clay

Sangre dolce

Sangre dolce

She cries when underneath the crystal moon

She hears a sultry Spanish song

But coming from that neighborhood saloon

It sounds all wrong

Puts the child in the stroller

And walks through the park

«What a beautiful baby you have»

The women all say

«Thank you» she says, pretending it’s hers

Her own is so far away

Sangre dolce

Sangre dolce

Sangre dolce…