Yareli

I simply try to calculate, how many walls you climb, beyond the spike of jail, your lips can't fake, disguise the taste of wine, nights you come home late, stumble in a dreadful state, think you look just fine, I'll take the mirror away, think you are so great, ever wondered why, you're b4 a magistrate, even send a wooden crate, disguised by citrus limes leaves a terrible trace, no one needs your fate, dreaming of warm climes, me I'll jump the plane , spend ill gotten gains, you'll be gone a while, regard my swirling grace, now you're safe inside.