La Del Morralito

You arrived last year
I saw you arrive barefoot, carrying a backpack when you came from your house
And now you're showing off and stirring up the crowd

You had a braid on your back, with decorated ribbons
You used to carry a knife and now you look all dolled up
And now you're wearing a miniskirt and you already have the lipstick on

You no longer hear the honking of my beat-up car
Maybe some guy is honking at you from his car
You've changed your little backpack to a bag with clasps

Now that you wear shoes, you've become a fashionista
You gave your picture to the janitor's son
But he doesn't make a move on you, because you're a street girl

When you went back to your hometown, you said you were an artist
That they had made you a star there at the