Amor A La Mexicana - Love The Mexican Way
Amor a la Mexicana, de eso te quiero Hablar.
Nomas ven aqui tantito, veras que te va a gustar.
Amor a la Mexicana - that is what it's all about.
Amor A la Mexicana - that's love the Mexican way.
That's just what I want to show you, just come a little
bit closer and see what you are going to learn.
We'll start with a little dinner and add a little spice.
We'll dress it it up wth Tequila a Margarita, or two,
then we'll dance to a little music, that a Mariachi
band will play.
Amor a la Mexicana, thats's love the Mexican way.
Amor a la Mexicana, we will dance the night away...
Written by Lucilla M.Carrillo
He makes me laugh when I’m about to cry.
He is very different than I am; but that’s what makes him, him.
He makes no sense to me sometimes.
He admits that he’s full of himself.
He doesn’t know how much I care about him.
He calls me his angel.
He also lives in New Mexico.
He has never seen me face to face.
He has seen me in pictures, and said I’m beautiful.
He is indescribable.
He is my best friend.
He is my Mexican Jerky.
I love him.
Billions of tax dollars, for a useless curtain
"Gringo, we just dig a tunnel to move our drugs under your fence"
Been doing it for years, worthless a screen door on a submarine
Who am I, where am I from
I’m a girl who ancestors are from Mexico, Puerto Rico, and Panama
See me I don’t know the whole enchilada
My zodiac sign has to do with Aqua
I walk up to you and say, “ Hola amigo, como esta”
You reply to me and say,” Muy bien y tu.”
I say, “Bien mucho gracias.”
I can’t really have a conversation in Espanol
Because I only know boquito
Como te llamas, do you know mine
Me llamas est Preciosa
Me gusta el color Amarillo
You can walk up to me and bring out the mexican in me
Bring out the rice and beans
The whole encilada
Bring out the de le manana
I’ll get back to ya
If I saw you in Puerto Rico I would say
Bueno? Que traes or oye tocayo
I will introduce you to my traditional food
You bring out the Mexican in me
Lazily spent afternoons on the pea green sofa
Watching TV novella’s with Nana
Eating searing salsa with tamales
And homemade tortillas with mantiquilla
Dripping from the cylinder of cloud nine
Belly protruding from a too small shirt
The smell of Fantastica on a newly mopped floor
Tata sitting in the chair by the patio
The screen door crazily hinged
Sombrero tilted over his face
To hide his laughing eyes
Crinkled with age and delight
Too worn for wear despite
His young heart
Tias running about on Friday night
Eager to play
High heels clicking on the linoleum tiles
Long dark hair flowing from streamers of love
Trickling to curls on their way out
While the little ones sit
Admiring the beauty
Of the desire to be noticed
Perfume enticing the boys next door
The special Mexican-American Japanese Wasabi chef
“It’s my first day on the job
pretty good for a first time, eh?”
“Well, not really his first day”
Hah! He had us all fooled!
He deserves a big tip!
I guess them fine
and sexy eyes.
Got me going
that long beautiful.
Black hair sweet
smile blocked my mind.
Brown light colored
skin made me almost.
Sin with that soft lovely
round tail on you babe.
By Kenneth D. Bolden