Cholita
Standing on the corner of Sunset
Where the street meets the heat and the beat hits the one
You can listen to what I'm telling and move to what I'm selling
'bout a girl, a woman, a goddess of the sun.
Wearing brown leather boots that were calf high
And a tattooed dagger on her inner thigh
She's throwing signs "La Raza" will beat ya!
She's my funky hot mamma Cholita.
That's what I'm sayin'.
She's ambivalent. A stimulant. Emanating, penetrating,
undulating-hip-shaking, black mascara wearing,
Hair styled, Farrah swearing, laser beam eyes that got a bead
on me, even if her eyebrows are drawn with a Sharpie,
you know...you're good for me because you can destroy me
like an earthquake could sink California.
Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.
Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.
Won't you give me all your love?
And I will give it back to you.
Say you will. Say you will be mine.
When it comes to push and shovin',
You know there's only one kind of lovin'
for my Miss "Master of Faster than a Natural Disaster".
Yea...she's superstitious, mmm...bubblicious, diggin' those
frazy nails quite vicious, she's got more color than a rainbow,
She drops lines like Summer..."No Class".
Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.
Oh...Cholita, Cholita be mine.
Won't you give me all your love?
And I will give it back to you.
Say you will. Say you will be mine.
That's all I'm sayin'.
Christopher Hoffee Copyright 2009
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