Do you remember what life was like in your first year at Uni? How fresh everything was. How confident you were and surrounded by the prettiest foreign girls you’d ever seen. Then when you finally manage to break one away from the pack you couldn’t believe your luck. You didn’t really understand her but you’d follow her anywhere. Just looking at her you feel joyful strong and proud all at the same time. Well that’s Maria.

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell her,
Many a thing she ought to understand.
But how do you make her stay,
And listen to all you say,
How do you keep a wave upon the sand.
Oh how do you solve a problem like Maria,
How do you hold a Moonbeam in your hand.