No, I'm not gay. I write from a man's perspective alot, though, because my cowriters are male. It's not my fault.
Ensenada
Patricia Baker, BMI©2007

Once upon a summer time
There was a girl that I called mine
Her kisses tasted sweeter than wine
In Ensenada

Pretty little seniorita
Heaven sent, a real man pleaser
Wrought iron gates that couldn’t keep her
In Ensenada

Chorus
My Ensenada by the sea
Burned into my memory
Caressed by her gentle breeze
She’s still beautiful to me
Ensenada….Ensenada

Coal black hair against starlight
Bodies outlined in moonlight
How young passion can ignite
In Ensenada

Eyes that snapped like castanets
Deep reflecting pools in sunset
A love that I can’t forget
In Ensenada

Repeat Chorus



Last edited by Tricia Baker; 01/07/07 02:36 AM.
"Grits is one of those country-boy words that is both singular and plural-like deer, elk and sheep. I think the singular is appropriate when there's a modifier that makes it clear one is talking about something specific. Like, 'Grits are good for you, but these here grits is tasty.'"~~Joe Wrabek