It's been five years since the man has died Don't think the people have changed We can put up posters, we can riot in the streets Still a woman can't make ends meet
So why don't you do something about it? Things don't happen to you; you make them happen She laughed You don't understand; you're from another land Things here are different
Here in sunny Spain the widows all wear black To show their respect and their sorrow Here in Spain, so simple is our life You're either a whore, a mother, or a wife
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We've seen your freedom We get your TV shows So sinful, so inviting I thought I'd like to know I'm the talk of the town I'm the shame of my family Your wonderful freedom -- look where it's got me