The MExican story

One day when your Dad isn't home
I'll pull up in my car and call to your phone
One day maybe some time soon
He'll learn that I'm your boyfriend

And pray to GOD that he doesn't insult you
I don't understand why he makes a big deal
I just pray that sometime soon
I won't have to pretend not to love you

I'm getting tired of just living pretend
Of playing make believe that I'm nothing more than a friend
I can't see why he doesn't look past my skin

I keep dreaming maybe
He'll let me in and open the gates
Maybe one day he could look at me face to face
You said you loved me not to long ago
Why are you changing your tune now?

Your Dad hates me and there's nothing i could ever do!
He doesn't hate the way I act
He doesn't hate the way I talk

To tell you the truth
He just hates me but I did nothing to piss him off
But He lives in fear

He hates the fact that I'm me
And not so much "pure"
In his head I'm his worst enemy
But he doesn't understand
I don't see why he can't see

That all I want is for you is the best of everything
One day when he gets past my skin
And realizes that I more than just a Mexican

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Thank you Chris E. Hernandez
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