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Mar 2014
They tell me to watch my weight
But how can I?
When I love my spanish.
The gondules, the rice, the meat
The repollo with the olive oil dressing my mami makes me
Oh so much mixture in my spanish!
And I stroll these streets with the mixture in my walk
And the taste of sazon in talk
The boys, they can't seem to look away.
And can they?
with all this red meat on my bones
With the beans in my hips
All this spice in my soul
Oh, please save me one more bowl
These plantains aren't mashed enough
And i got the special recipe of my aunti's mangu
So I switch my way to the kitchen
To show these rookies what i can do
My hands smell of onion
My hair is tied
My hips move to the beat of the steel bowl tapped by the wooden spoon
I cook from morning to noon
But what do i care?
As long as I got spanish on the table
They won't worry about who said what
Who got how much
Or how everybody is "Fulano"
Because I serve it well
So let me feed you and show you how much I love my Spanish.
Written by
Mel Leon
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