I met her in old Mexico. She would live in sad and young. This smokey room where no one could see. Her favorite poets all agree. Spanish is a loving tongue.
Met her in old Mexico. She was laughing sad and young. In a smokey room no-one could see. . Her favorite poets all agreed. Spanish is a loving tongue.
Well, I gave all my money to the banker this month. Now, I got no more money to spend. She smiled when she saw me comin' through that door. When I left she said, "Come back again".
I met her in old mexico. She was laughing sad and young. In a smokey room no-one could see. All the poets they agreed. Spanish is a loving tongue but.