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She sleeps and wakes clothed in red,
her purple-stained pinky pulsing
to a crescendo of chants
Pa’lante, Pa’lante, Pa’lante Comandante
Onward, Onward, Onward Comandante,
Uh, Ah, he isn’t going anywhere,
Uh, Ah, the day he does is when frogs grow hair
The lights go off in the barrio,
even in her wildest dreams she wears red.
She sleeps and wakes clothed in red,
her purple-stained pinky pulsing
to a crescendo of chants
Pa’lante, Pa’lante, Pa’lante Comandante
Onward, Onward, Onward Comandante,
Uh, Ah, he isn’t going anywhere,
Uh, Ah, the day he does is when frogs grow hair
The lights go off in the barrio,
even in her wildest dreams she wears red.