A friend is like a flower
a rose to be exact...

Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss
If you're me friend, answer me this...

When I look around me...at the things I see,
I stand proud of who I am, Chicana and free...

The day you felt
I lost your love...

Don't ever be afraid to
come to me and cry...

Don't give up..If you still wanna try
Don't wipe you're tears..If you still wanna cry...

The days are getting longer,
And my pain seems to be getting stonger...

I promise i will never forget
the day we kissed or the day we met...

Its Funny how people talk sh*t on us Mexicans
That were nekcuf wabs, wetbacks, immigrants...

MEXiiCANS don't just kiss, we make out.MEXiiCANS...

Your eyes
Your lips...

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue...