[03:20.00]I met her in old Mexico
[03:20.00]She would live in sad and young
[03:20.00]This smokey room where no one could see
[03:20.00]
[03:20.00]Her favorite poets all agree
[03:20.00]Spanish is a lovin' tongue
[03:20.00]But she never spoke Spanish to me
[03:20.00]
[03:20.00]She was born in Monterey
[03:20.00]And all the Christmas songs were sung
[03:20.00]Padres knew what she would grow up to be
[03:20.00]
[03:20.00]Saints and sinners all agree
[03:20.00]Spanish is a lovin' tongue
[03:20.00]But she never spoke Spanish to me
[03:20.00]
[03:20.00]Like a lion screamin' in the jungle low
[03:20.00]She'd never fool with things she couldn't see
[03:20.00]She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow
[03:20.00]But she never spoke Spanish to me
[03:20.00]
[03:20.00]She siad if you're from Texas, so
[03:20.00]Where's your boots and where's your gun
[03:20.00]Well, I got guns that no one can see
[03:20.00]
[03:20.00]Well, after that we both agreed
[03:20.00]Spanish is a lovin' tongue
[03:20.00]But she never spoke Spanish to me
[03:20.00]Well, she never spoke Spanish to me