(2015)
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
