"No hablo espanol"
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Was all I knew of the local lingo.
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That old pocket guide to Mexico,
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Wasn't much help to this out of place Gringo.
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When I checked into my motel room,
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Was helped by a brown-eyed senorita:
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She said: "Bienvenidos, Senor blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
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"Como estas. Buenos dias."
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I don't know what she said,
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But I sure liked the way that she said it.
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A little voice in my head said:
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"Boy you won't ever forget it."
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They say that Spanish is the language of love,
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Well, I love the way that it rolled off her tongue.
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I don't know what she said,
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But I sure liked the way that she said it.
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As I followed her down the hallway,
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I was tryin' my best not to stare.
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The angel before me was a rare beauty indeed,
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J-Lo had nothin' on her.
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She winked an' she smiled at me sweetly.
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Said: "Senor, aqui esta su llave .
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"Muy guapo," an' somethin' 'bout ho-hos.
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An' I thought: "Oh, baby, whatever you say."
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I don't know what she said,
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But I sure liked the way that she said it.
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A little voice in my head said:
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"Boy you won't ever forget it."
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They say that Spanish is the language of love,
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Well, I love the way that it rolled off her tongue.
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I don't know what she said,
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But I sure liked the way that she said it.
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Later that evenin' in a local cantina,
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A Mariachi band was playin'.
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She held me close so her body would know,
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That my body knew what she was sayin'.
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I don't know what she said,
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But I sure liked the way that she said it.
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A little voice in my head said:
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"Boy you won't ever forget it."
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They say that Spanish is the language of love,
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Well, I love that it rolled off her tongue.
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I don't know what she said,
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But I sure liked the way that she said it.
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No, I don't know what she said,
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But I sure liked the way that she said it.
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I Don't Know What She Said
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| Blaine Larsen |
