(2014)
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look