i met her in old mexico she was laughin sad and young in a smoky room no one could see her favorite poets all agree spanish is a lovin tongue but she never spoke spanish to me she was born in monterey all the christmas songs were sung padre knew what she d grow up to be saints and sinners all agree spanish is a lovin tongue but she never spoke spanish to me like a lion screaming in the jungle she never fooled with what 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 son then where s your boots and where s your gun i smiled and said i got guns no one can see we laughed at that and both agreed spanish is a lovin tongue but she never spoke spanish to me i left her in old mexico she was laughin sad and young in a smoky room that no one could see her favorite poets all agree spanish is a lovin tongue but she never spoke spanish to me she never spoke spanish to me