El Papalote

I was your kite
You flew me
However you pleased
And caused a commotion
When I cut you off

You carried me high
Even though I struggled
And struggled to understand
That it wasn't very manly
That it wasn't very manly
And you weren't my woman

Little kite
Kite in the sky
Give a little kiss
To the son of my mother

Now you have your big one
To love and make suffer
I'm no longer a kite
I'm no longer a kite
For any woman

I was your kite
You flew me
However you pleased
And caused a commotion
When I cut you off

You carried me high
Even though I struggled
And struggled to understand
That it wasn't very manly
That it wasn't very manly
And you weren't my woman

Little kite
Kite in the sky
Give a little kiss
To the son of my mother

Now you have your big one
To love and make suffer
I'm no longer a kite
I'm no longer a kite
For any woman