I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eights in two bar chords
We fell in love, but not in court
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
I don't...I don't...
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Mis canciones son de la re-revolución
Mi corazón me duele por mi generación
If you love me, we can marry, on the west coast
On a Wednesday, en el verano, en agosto
I don't speak your,
I don't speak your langua-idioma
La la la la la la
I don't speak your,
I won't speak, won't speak your
Won't speak your Jesus Christo
La la la la la la
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Ahhhhh...America Americano
I will fight for,
I have fought for how I love you
La la la la la la...
I will die for,
I have cried for how I care
La la la la la la
In the mountains,
Las campanas están sonando
The bells are pealing
Y los chicos...Chika
And the boys...girls..
Buenos chicos..Chika, están besando
And good boy..girls, are kissing
I don't speak your,
I don't speak your langua-idioma
La-la-la-la-la-la
I don't speak your,
I won't speak your Jesus Christo
La la la la la la
I don't speak your,
I don't speak your Americano
La la la la la la
I don't speak your,
I won't speak your Jesus Christo
La la la la la la
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Ahhhhh...America Americano
Don't you try to catch me
Don't you try to catch me
No! No! No! No!
I'm living on the edge of
Living on the edge
Of the law, law, law, law
Don't you try to catch me
Don't you try to catch me
No! No! No! No!
Don't you try to catch me
I'm living on the edge
Of the law, law, law, law
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