There once was a girl from the coast Who flew to the south to sun roast. She danced chingona, Her cheeks went rosa, And margaritas clinked to the toast! There once was a hombre named Rico, Who speaks wisdom and truth may he know- He's once of a kind, Ingrained in her mind, She'd never met anyone quite like this chico. Valley-bound she flew to see a friend. It turns out that one trip was not the end, Of time in the 956, For Rico entered the mix, And with time into her heart he'd transcend. They met on a false winter day. Over a pint they sat on display. Her blue pinstriped dress... The rest is history I guess, And that night had them well on our way.