I know you told me, long time ago. That you didn't want me, yeah. You didn't love me no more. . But I know it was something, oh, that made me blue. But believe me, child, I've been a fool for you.
To think that you were mine, I never thought you'd be so wild. You played around with everyone anytime at all. I thought you were bein' friendly when you took them home to tea.
In the morning she is waking. With the gold dust in her hair. She is beauty, oh slightly broken. But I love her laying there. . Spanish lady, treat her kindly.