Hey, little boy
Be careful
Stop being ill-bred
Don’t throw stones at other children
Yesterday, Madam Francisca
Called me from way over there
To tell me to keep an eye on you
The other day, Mr. Domingo came to see me
And begged me to keep my brat on a leash
Oh, mama
I’m not ill-bred
I learned
Everything you taught me
But when I see her
My heart races
I’m all stirred up
I call to her and she doesn’t answer
Mama, I want her
Papa, it’s her that I want