Jefferson Sanchez - Cara Mia

Dear viewers, too busy, but here is another rough draft. More coming soon.

Can you get up?
Oh keep up
En Garde Cara Mia!

The red is just a little blood my darling
I don’t want to hear ya bitching

Oh Ellin come on
Not fair give up Cara Mia
My protective nature over you is destructive
I don’t want to cut ya baby

Short-haired Pennsylvanian queen
Your hair is long now
The light of stars, blue jeans
Nothing compares nah
You standing next to me
Feels just like a dream my dear Ellin

At the edge of seventeen
Went to an ice rink
Saw her in leggings
Plotted to spill my drink
On her rocking tits
And that’s how I met ‘Cara Mia’ Ellin

Told her Dante’s Beatrice
She can’t can’t compare nah
Nor cocaine, heroin
They can’t compare nah
Her and her wavy hair
Feel just like a dream
My dear Ellin

Oh Jeff come on
It’s just weed
Just breathe
Cara Mia!

Don’t worry
You're not gonna die my darling
I don’t want to hear you bitching

Oh Ellin my hands
They’re gone
Oh no! Cara Mia!

Although this seems and feels a bit concerning
I could really use some ice cream

I don’t mind waiting for the bus
Getting in trouble before and after class
Together! Cara Mia !

Let me get a feel for your hair
Don’t worry about wearing
Just sweatpants and a hoodie

Oh Ellin! - Cara Mia

Written By: Jefferson S. Sanchez