| Let them say this love has no ending
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| 'Cause I smile I took my time then
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| But it took restaurant spending
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| Till I was sure that she’d be all mine
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| Let’s see how it was that I met her
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| And my love I did confess then
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| Years ago at that small cafe
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| Where she worked bright and early each morning
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| No one else could care just the same as
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| Conchita, the waitress my darling friend
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| 'Cause she seemed so steady
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| No nonsense
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| All ready with coffee each time we met
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| y que pasteles deliciosos como t⌦㠱㬳 mi amiga!
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| Have you heard the truth about love yet?
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| It will wane or steadily grow on
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| Well, I grew to love this Conchita
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| And of course she’d soon be knowing
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| So I bought a gold ankle bracelet
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| Dropped it into my empty cup
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| And I said «Conchita, look what’s left
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| Won’t you please come here and fill me up?»
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| When she looked she got so embarrassed
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| She said with compassion, «do you want to choke?»
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| And she turned away from the table
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| I cried out «I love you, this is no joke!» |