Quinceanera

Tonight my star shines bright

Lashes pumped, ebony hair curled

Heels stacked to the sky

The French on my nail's tips

Tonight my star shines bright

Once I held her in my arms

Tonight in a boy's as they dance

Bittersweet passage of life

Tonight the stars burn bright

Fire in his blood

As only a father's will
Praying tight, "Little girl, don't grow up too soon"

Tonight our star burns bright

Silver gown, train in hand

Take her hand and lead the way

The Promenade is but an hour away...