Tío Luis
Courtyard opens and closes behind
Cecropia still life is frozen in time
Heat seeps in through the shadows
Smells like fruit and new wine
In the corner he's minding his own
Eyes like opals can't tell what he knows
Looking inward clear to the bone
Eyebrows raised in minor tones
Uncle Luis sleeps in the closet
Eating mangoes straight from the bucket
Tells me stories bout the wily ocean
You'll find heaven right on the bottom
Sobeira runs this house like a queen
Eyes dart sideways she's fierce and she's mean
Cross her twice she'll throw you out on the street
American girl I know what you need
American girl I know what you need
Caught me kissing a man by the door
Sleep outside, gringita whore
So he helped me break in the window
Hasta mañana muchacha te quiero
Uncle Luis sleeps in the closet
Eating mangoes straight from the bucket
Tells me stories bout the wily ocean
You'll find heaven right on the bottom
En la cuidad Santiago de los Caballeros más finos que hay
Intentando ser una niña de poco años que toma tequila y baila por la noche
Me haces falta cuando caiga lluvia fría
Como los besos que me dejaste en el cuello
Cecropia still life is frozen in time
Heat seeps in through the shadows
Smells like fruit and new wine
In the corner he's minding his own
Eyes like opals can't tell what he knows
Looking inward clear to the bone
Eyebrows raised in minor tones
Uncle Luis sleeps in the closet
Eating mangoes straight from the bucket
Tells me stories bout the wily ocean
You'll find heaven right on the bottom
Sobeira runs this house like a queen
Eyes dart sideways she's fierce and she's mean
Cross her twice she'll throw you out on the street
American girl I know what you need
American girl I know what you need
Caught me kissing a man by the door
Sleep outside, gringita whore
So he helped me break in the window
Hasta mañana muchacha te quiero
Uncle Luis sleeps in the closet
Eating mangoes straight from the bucket
Tells me stories bout the wily ocean
You'll find heaven right on the bottom
En la cuidad Santiago de los Caballeros más finos que hay
Intentando ser una niña de poco años que toma tequila y baila por la noche
Me haces falta cuando caiga lluvia fría
Como los besos que me dejaste en el cuello
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Writer(s): Emily Carlson
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