Yoli

She carries a gun in her pocket
And a bald eyelash
Fury drips from her clenched fist
She loads bullets with bad intent

They will call it a narcocorrido
They will call her Yoli

In her bag she hides a wig
Some painkillers and a knife
She puts on a faded makeup
She didn't sleep well, didn't sleep at all

They will call it a narcocorrido
They will call her Yoli

Almost nothing about her is natural
All artifice deceives
Almost nothing about her is natural
All artifice deceives

Shorts, cowboy boots, gel, and a deep neckline
In fake breasts she carries substances
Rock and orange horizon
Stockings with runs, thirst for revenge

They will call it a narcocorrido
They will call her Yoli

Going from town to town under the blazing sun
Exhausting, breaks her
If death ambushes her fate
She wants to die in Tijuana

They will call it a narcocorrido
They will call her Yoli

Almost nothing about her is natural
All artifice deceives
Almost nothing about her is natural
All artifice deceives
Almost nothing about her is natural
All artifice deceives
Almost nothing about her is natural
All artifice deceives