She watches men as they admire the shapes
of all these women less than half her age
and glares at the night and this fools parade   
and she laughs to herself at the lack of grace
these pinche putas with the painted faces
                        
Stumbling Menina stumbles to her cramped apartment... 
she's looking for the bottle of the green pills he prescribed 
And the nights her only lover he twirls her around in silence 
and a sequined dress hangs idle in the closet of her mind

She taps a shoe the rhythms still same
but where's the melody this generations shame
memories in pen that she can't erase
she crosses her arms and she curses this place
these pinche putas with their painted faces
                         
curse the time  
curse the life
cursing youth
it flew bye 
left behind

Stumbling Menina

Sugar                                                                                                                   

mostly doesn't look you in the eye's
and has a kinda nervous smile (shy)
most never look at her twice
they never guess her sweet surprise (why)

but there's a part that very few will see
'cause she saves it for the best of them
she hides a party in a secret place
She stares you down puts a record on and says

lay down sugar let me do what I want to do
come on come on now sugar let me do what I want to do

keeps her business to herself
she doesn't feel the need to tell (well I'm in love with you baby now)
just go ahead and walk on by
cause typical is not her type (wise)

Kenuth