Lyrics

Well there's this senorita selling roses
On a one way street
I see her every weekend, caddy corner
Staring back at me
Well she's out every Sunday
For the faithful and faithless
The work seems rather empty
But she's there nonetheless
So God bless

God bless you senorita
Confess to what you need to
But who'll be there to listen
When your flowers aren't in season
So God bless, God bless you senorita

She's got a face like Hepburn and the body
Angles and bold curves
She's got her hair up perfect like a model
The roses should be hers
But the sidewalk is her runway
And an apron is her dress
Still I wonder who could miss her
But folks here could all care less
So God bless

Then one Sunday I approach her
And I ask for two
And then I hand one over and I tell her
One for me and one for you
'Cause you're out every Sunday
For the faithful and faithless
And I thought I was the latter
But with you I'd pass that test I bet
So God bless