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escuchar me
escucharme I heard him say
hot latin vibes
a halo not of God but tequilla
made him look angelic
in my eyes
His senorita was swaying beside him
his look was for her only
lashes that could sweep away all my dreams
I stood tall, or as tall as I could
did he notice I was there at all
Te escucho, I whispered
no louder than my battered heart would allow
the sultry siren held me in her gaze now
then disregarded me as nondescript
I cradled my hands to my swollen womb
I listened to he
the one with the halo
this his child
my destiny.
Would he know me now
I thought not
just another senorita
Anyway the tequilla was far more palatable.
