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Cuando era chiquitita I played a mean fiddle Been breaking it down ever since I was little Opera and pearlman honkey tonk violin Mama took me out so I can take it all in Abuelita told me never meet them in the middle It’s better in when you’re older if you don’t learn to settle Doors are gonna open if you want them to But you might have to knock 'em down Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey Might get it wrong on the grand marquee You can just sing 'em a song, hija mía Tell country music where to put the z So when you see me in the elevator Second string spectator fiddle in my hand Don’t ask me what I play I play for DJs, presidents, single moms, immigrants Dodged a few bullets along the way Solo duet quartet quinceanera Merle meets Chinte with a little mascara Fourteen thousand miles and I’m up in a half Oh, setting the road on fire Letras de canciones Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey Might get it wrong on the grand marquee You can just sing 'em a song, hija mía Tell country music where to put the z Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey Might get it wrong on the grand marquee You can just sing 'em a song, hija mía Tell country music where to put the z From Letras Mania