I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts as sweet as may
She sang in eights in two Barrio 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 la la la la la
La la la la la la la
I don't
I don't
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
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 un verano, en agosto
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
Languagono
I don't speak your
I won't speak your
Jesus Christo
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
I will fight for, I have fought for
How I love you
I have cried for I will die for
How I care
In the mountains, las campanas
Están sonando
Todos los chicos (chicas), y los chicos (chicas)
están besando
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
Languagono
I don't speak your
I won't speak your
Jesus Christo
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
Americanoooo
I don't speak your
I won't speak your
Jesus Christo
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
Ohhhhh Ahhhhh Americaaaa
Americanoooo
Don't you try and catch me
Don't you try and 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 and catch me
Don't you try and get me
No, no, no, no
Don't you try and catch me
I'm living on the edge of the
Law, law, law, law
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