In this border town where lines are smudged
a ****** girl finds her place
hot nights and spanish guitar lulls her into a past lugar..
where hands and mouths and more touched and found

and now..
she's still that same ****** girl
guitar strings wrap around her history and she grabs hold
just as she was about to fall into a sad memory..not that old.

a border town..or further south can bring reality to the guesses of the masses
that beauty and love can exist in between the spaces
where the should nots and could nots can't get to no matter the color of our faces
she won't stay here... but she's glad she came for awhile.