ANITA (bitterly):
A boy like that who'd kill your brother,
Forget that boy and find another,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy like that will give you sorrow,
You'll meet another boy tomorrow,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy who kills cannot love,
A boy who kills has no heart.
And he's the boy who gets your love
And gets your heart.
Very smart, Maria, very smart!
A boy like that wants one thing Only,
And when he's done he'll leave you lonely.
He'll murder your love; he murdered mine.
Just wait and see,
Just wait, Maria,
Just wait and see!
MARIA:
Oh, no, Anita, no!
Anita, no!
It isn't true, not for me.
I hear your words
And in my head
I know they're smart,
But my heart knows they're wrong,
And my heart is too strong.
For I belong to him alone, to him alone.
One thing I know: I am his.
I don't care what he is.
I don't know why it's so,
I don't want to know.
ANITA:
A boy like that who'd kill your brother,
Forget that boy and find another,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy like that will give you sorrow,
You'll meet another boy tomorrow,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy who kills cannot love,
A boy who kills has no heart.
And he's the boy who gets your love
And gets your heart.
Very smart, Maria, very
A boy like that who'd kill your brother,
Forget that boy and find another,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy like that will give you sorrow,
You'll meet another boy tomorrow,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy who kills cannot love,
A boy who kills has no heart.
And he's the boy who gets your love
And gets your heart.
Very smart, Maria, very smart!
A boy like that wants one thing Only,
And when he's done he'll leave you lonely.
He'll murder your love; he murdered mine.
Just wait and see,
Just wait, Maria,
Just wait and see!
MARIA:
Oh, no, Anita, no!
Anita, no!
It isn't true, not for me.
I hear your words
And in my head
I know they're smart,
But my heart knows they're wrong,
And my heart is too strong.
For I belong to him alone, to him alone.
One thing I know: I am his.
I don't care what he is.
I don't know why it's so,
I don't want to know.
ANITA:
A boy like that who'd kill your brother,
Forget that boy and find another,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy like that will give you sorrow,
You'll meet another boy tomorrow,
One of your own kind!
Stick to your own kind!
A boy who kills cannot love,
A boy who kills has no heart.
And he's the boy who gets your love
And gets your heart.
Very smart, Maria, very