Chola

Hello, you who never
Wanted to be part of the clique

Chola, and you used to say
That you lived
In another neighborhood

Chola, you always
Laughed at my Sunday

Chola, you never went
To the expo or the fancy places

Chola, they already saw you around
There, my buddies from the neighborhood
With an Atlas shirt at
The stadium
You said you're posh
But you're chola

Chola, you didn't want
Tepache or a beer
You preferred
Eating surprise ice cream
Because you felt
Like the posh girl

Damn, honestly
I don't know
Why you get upset that your
Mom washes my clothes
My mom helps with ironing
And I don't even care, it's cooler that way, girl

Chola, you wore
Your boss's clothes
And said you lived
Up in the hills
Because you didn't like
Our neighborhood

Chola, don't suffer trying
To change your story, I've always
Fantasized about you being my
Girlfriend but the coolest thing is
That you're chola