Monísima

Madrid girl who strolls your little palm tree
Very well ironed, very well ironed
Showing off with your tiny foot
Very well groomed, very well groomed

Looking at you so cool and posh
Everyone loves you terribly
For the extravagance you make of grace
When you walk down Alcalá Street

Lovely, lovely, lovely
That's what they say when you pass by
Lovely, lovely, lovely
With your neatly ironed organdy blouse
Lovely, lovely, lovely
Everyone says as they pass, oh yes
And they repeat with grace, lovely
Through the streets of Madrid

Your eyes, Madrid girl, are two bright stars
That make a tingling, make a tingling
And your magical, painterly strides
Are elegant, are elegant

Your beauty has dazzled the whole world
For the grace that hides within you
And seeing your so graceful and cheeky style
The locals of Madrid compliment you