La Curandera Clutch

[Verse 1]
Lock the doors, windows up
Don't you talk to no one, my troublemaker
Keep your hands out on the seat
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, my masquerader

[Pre-Chorus]
There are people on this road
Who claim to truly know

[Chorus]
La curandera is a young girl
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white

[Verse 2]
How did you get that mud
On your face and on your glove, my misbehaver?
I was only gone a minute
Please tell me that you didn't

[Chorus]
La curandera is a young girl
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white