Let them say this love has no ending

'Cause I smile I took my time then

But it took restaurant spending

Till I was sure that she'd be all mine

Let's see how it was that I met her

And my love I did confess then

Years ago at that small cafe

Where she worked bright and early each morning

No one else could care just the same as 

Conchita, the waitress my darling friend

'Cause she seemed so steady

No nonsense

All ready with coffee each time we met



y que pasteles deliciosos como t⌦㠱㬳 mi amiga! 



Have you heard the truth about love yet?

It will wane or steadily grow on

Well, I grew to love this Conchita

And of course she'd soon be knowing

So I bought a gold ankle bracelet

Dropped it into my empty cup

And I said "Conchita, look what's left. 

Won't you please come here and fill me up?"

When she looked she got so embarrassed

She said with compassion, "do you want to choke?"

And she turned away from the table

I cried out "I love you, this is no joke!"