(Shel Silverstein)
(Hey play the guitars)
(I love to hear the guitars play)
(Oh I love to sing, I love to sing)
She was dancing when I seen her, in a Mexican cantina
In a neighbourhood they call La Zona Roja (hahahaha)
She had a child's smile, but she told me, in a while
It would take a lot of gold to get to know her (Oh)
Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go
You said you'd always hold me
But you run away with me Acapulco gold
(Oh that's a terrible thing you did)
I knew there's no-one cuter, then she said she was a puta
I said "What d
Can't Argue
Don't tell me that you love me
If you're gonna let this go
Don't say you'll always be there
If you're about to get up and go
Don't make up excuses
If we both know the truth
Don't tell me these lies
If you can give me no proof
Don't pretend that you're sorry
When I know what's in your heart
Don't you pretend it's not gonna kill me
If we spend the rest of our lives apart