Dear Esperanza

I can't help starin at ya

But you don't listen to a word I say

My accent won't let me

Pronounce your name correctly

So please don't hate me, Espe. Let me stay

One of you inside that head is capable of love

But it ain't the one I found when I woke up

Art made from porno mags

Blue jeans, and Wal-Mart bags

You paint a picture for me everyday

Blue balls and red flags

Your eyes are brown, but your heart is black

I don't know who you're going to be today

And P.S. Espe, I thought I had good luck

But the only thing I found was forty bucks

Dear Esperanza

I can't help starin at ya

But you don't listen to a word I say

Dear Esperanza

I think that I can't stand ya

Cuz I don't believe a single word you say

P.P.S. Espe, if you don't want my love

I need to know. Don't waste my time, please hurry up