What's Next - Margarita (MystresMyna)

De brought me the word,

Tex Mex es dead.

Adios mi esposo...

We es no longer wed.

Mi wound es healing,

Mi corazon es not.

Will I now

Sit in jail and rot?

To mi crimes I admit,

Out of venganza and fear;

And now mi futro,

Is no clear.

Senorita Darkly,

She is been so kind;

Der es no way,

In her an amigo I find.

She give mi a job,

Den her trust I betray.

I hope she forgive mi,

To da Santos I pray.

Da rest of da town,

May want mi to hang;

For bein' part of,

Tex Mex y su gang.

I ask dem for mercy,

And if de forgive...

After I pay da price,

In BG I may live.

A nueva vida,

Es what I seek.

No mas chica mala,

I es turn de other cheek.