I met her in ol' Mexico She was laughing, sad and young A smokey room where no one could see Her favorite poets all agree Spanish is a loving tongue But she never spoke Spanish to me She was born in Monterrey All the Christmas songs were sung Padres knew what she would grow up to be Saints and sinners all agree Spanish is a loving tongue But she never spoke Spanish to me Like a lion screaming in the jungle low She'd never fooled with things she couldn't see She spoke to all the shadows in her bungalow But she never spoke Spanish to me She said "If you're from Texas, so Where's your boots and where's your gun"? Well, I got guns that no one can see Well, after that we both agreed Spanish is a loving tongue But she never spoke Spanish to me Well, she never spoke Spanish to me