Dear Senorita

Senorita, you are getting in my way...
You are nothing but a nuisance to me...
How I fell for you is still a mystery...
You must have blinded me with evil magickry...

It might have been the glasses that I got from Sven-Goran,
They turn the plainest creatures into rubies and topaz...
Or perhaps it was my castle in the air, my pie in the sky,
Which got me into this heckuva thrash...

Senorita, go further away, and scram!!
You are nothing but a nasty cul-de-sac,
With dazzling bright neons and pretty jazzy tunes...
Oh Hermano slap me harder if I ever wander off again...