Adiós Andres

Doña Carmen
You're not pregnant
You got the menopause
Andrés, who comes every month
Ain't coming no more

Adiós, Andrés
Cada mes we would diss you
But I guess that I'll miss you
I wonder why

Andrés, you gave me the hunger
A sign I was younger in days gone by
And, ay, Dios, I don't know if I'm ready
I'm all kinds of sweaty, can't sleep at night
But I know if my hand's overheating
Then you must be leading me into the light

Adiós, Andrés
You made me a lady
At times, you were shady
But you'll be missed
Andrés, you aren't an hombre
But saying tu nombre is like you exist

And, ay, Dios, you forced me to grow up
The day that you showed up, the child was gone
And I know, though my youth may be dying
And my panocha is drying
I will (You will, you will) carry on

Adiós, Andrés
You turned off the mousehole
Made me menopausal, but I'll survive
Andrés, though our husbands all hate you
We all celebrate you
We feel alive, alive

Tell me, will I stay a woman deep inside?
Who am I? Do I need you?
If I'm finished as a mother, as a wife
What's my life? Take me with you

Andrés
Adiós, Andrés
Andrés
Adiós, Andrés
Adiós, Andrés
Adiós, adiós
Adiós, Andrés
Adiós, Andrés