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Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
Beata Maria, you know I′m so much purer than
The common vulgar weak licentious crowd
Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there?
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her, the sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Like fire, hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault, I′m not to blame
It is the gypsy girl, the witch who sent this flame
It's not my fault, if in God's plan
He made the Devil so much stronger than a man
Protect me, Maria, don′t let this siren cast her spell
Don′t let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda, and let her taste the fires of Hell
Or else let her be mine, and mine alone
Hellfire, dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine, or you will burn
God have mercy on her
God have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn!
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Writer(s): Alan Menken, Stephen Lawrence Schwartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
