Dance With Me, Mexican Lady

Texas Slim adds his Notes from the Cube to Pierre Dolet's and Hank's from the past 2 days . . .

I love the Mexican ladies.
I really think they're fine.
But,
Dear Mexican lady,
I think your job was mine.

I don't hold it against you
I know that's what
I would do
With a family to care for.
Feed a child or two.

But, dear Mexican Lady,
I look across that border line
And I think
That the kids being fed -
They sure aren't mine.

Dance with me, Mexican lady!
We both want decent lives.
I just wish that somehow,
Maybe
It didn't end with someone crying.

Oh, dear Mexican lady,
I worry
About you.
They say that I will get along fine
But what are you gonna do?

When the long-distance bosses say:
"Get the margin higher, Jake!"
And the job of mine
That you're doing now
Will be worked in another place.

Hello, Chinese baby.
Are you 12 or 13 now?
Come and dance with the Mexican lady
And me:
We know your job real well.

Dance with me and the Mexican lady!
We all want decent lives!
I only wish with that somehow
Maybe
It didn't end with someone crying.

Does it always have to end with someone crying?