Wishful

I never saw you in a bright light
Although it was a bright day when you came around
Accompanied by azucar y leche

Que rico fue

Now you've returned to your ill state
You make me feel hate
As if you never cared or tried 
America made you lousy
I remember that time when you weren't 
I can even say you had a chance to arouse me

The rest of america will run on you 
But only your good days will be as rare as a fu-manchu