The smell of the tortillas my ninera makes
Si chocolate si, si, si
Beatrice hides the bush shakes
With a roar she pops out
With a screech I flee
Read me a story
La playa y spot
Beatrice calls me her glory
Te amo mucho
I love you a lot
You teach me Spanish because that is all you know
You look sad when I say “I wish I look like you”
You sowed up Pinky my blanky throw
I like that you speak Spanish
Now I only speak Spanish too!
I can still smell the tortillas you made
Beatrice te amo mucho
The memories will never fade
You made my childhood a joy
I will always love you so
