They feed them their bottles
I feed them their college…
Or maybe we don’t
According to y’all;
Essentially, naw!
Cause baby, I know-
Carmencita!
Oh, Carmencita!
One for the comp-any I keep
Two for me wanting at least
Three and a half hours of sleep
Instead of out in the scen-ery
Like stage props, and cage locks
In case I’m not invited to watch
And all things prior to mop-ping
Floors toward the garbage
Count for something, and what’s been
Done before goes under what went
Wrong just one bit
By some stretch of logic not with-standing
Still, they want their candy badly
And want their Daddy —
I’m not their Daddy
But she’s the Mama matching socks on Saturday
Afternoon, if asking who’s —
Carmencita!
Oh, Carmencita!