This is how I feel

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn


María María

She reminds me of a west side


Growing up in Spanish Harlem

She's living the life just like a

Movie star

María María

She fell in love in East L.A.

To the sounds of a guitar,

Yeah, yeah

Pick pocking on corner

See as the rich is getting poorer

Se mira María in the corner

Thinking of ways to make it better

In my mailbox there's

An eviction letter

Somebody just said see you later.



She walks like she dont care, you wanna take him everywhere, ooh ir makes you wanna cry. She´s like a millionaire walking on imported air ooh it makes you wanna die. . .


I have a new Name

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ It`s time to pretend !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!