Waiting

Waiting for someone to pick you
You are waiting for someone to change your life
No longer wanting to rise with the tortilla star

You are beautiful
Like a falling star
You are dressed in velvet high-heels
Eyes painted like Cleopatra
Waiting under the street lights for someone
Someone to pick you, someone to change your life

Someone will pick you
A marshmallow salesman or a no name
You will take him all the same

But he won’t change your life

You belong to Mango Street
You will always belong to Mango Street
You can’t escape