My girl is a wild cat, she is indigo
She is Como la Flor, she is al pastor
She is black beans on white rice, she is a guajillo chilè soup
She is red velvet with cream cheese frosting
She can talk more than your Tia Lupe
She listens better than $45 an hour with a $20 copay
She is mustard cable-knit sweaters, she is black tights with holes
And sheer striped dresses
She is an Infinity Mirror, she is Kusama
She is The Kiss, she is Klimt, she is a Garden of Earthly Delights, she is Bosch
She is vermicelli noodles, she is half a slice of lime
She is beef broth and thin slices of rare steak
She is orange Thai tea with lychee jelly, red bean
And a big yellow straw
She is juicy pork dumplings, she is mapo tofu
She is tonkotsu broth, she is a runny egg yolk
She is seaweed and bamboo, she is pork chashu
She can little spoon or she can jetpack like a champ
She is frozen popsicle fingers and frozen mochi toes,
She is Just Like Heaven, she is a Blue Monday
She knows Love Will Tear Us Apart
She is my cinnamon queen
She is a Pasadena Spring, she is a Boston Fall
She is la Casa Azul in summer time Coyoacan, she is Frida
She is a challenge, she is a winter hike up Machu Pichu
She is vino, she is la valle de Guadalupe
She is mixtape Drake feels with College Dropout Kanye beats
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