La Canelera

I already saw you, my little girl
I won’t take my eyes off you
You might not be, but you look like
One of the girls on my list.

Pour me three cinnamon shots
Sweetened by your hands
So I can drink them right now
And later we’ll be on our way.

I don’t want to see you with another
Or out there being a cinnamon girl
Now you’re going to come with me
Even if your mom doesn’t want you to.

If someone notices
That I’m treating you with love
I’m not afraid of gunshots
Oh my God, or the pain.

Here comes the goodbye
Through the tips of a fig tree
Here we end up singing
Verses of the cinnamon girl.