My love she longs to live
in the red white and green
Mexico, down in Mexico.
She loves her rice and beans
tortillas with aji
and onions, her chopped onions.
She loves me cause I am brown
I could pass as a Mexican
we'll live in Veracruz, Guadalajara or Cancun.
She knows some Spanish songs
in a mariachi band she'll work
for beans and rice they're worth mentioning twice.
Her feet will roam while the Maya sun tans her last pores
And we'll sing about what is like to live in the once longed Mexico.
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Is this about the waitress at El Moderno? It's making me hungry.
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