She was dancin' when I seen her, in a Mexican cantina <br />In a neighborhood they call 'La Zona Roja'. <br />She had a child's smile, but she told me in a while <br />It would take a lot of gold to get to know her. <br /> <br />Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go. <br />You said you'd always hold me <br />But you run away with me Acapulco Gold. <br /> <br />I knew there's no one cuter, then she said she was a puta. <br />I said, 'What does puta mean?' And she told me...oh no... <br />Then we went to meet a dealer, we smoke and drink tequila. <br />Then the lights went out and I guess that's when she rolled me. <br /> <br />Just like Acapulco Goldie, por que did you go. <br />You said you'd always hold me. <br />But you vamos away with me Acapulco Gold. <br />Ya ya, you run away with me Acapulco Gold.<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acapulco-goldie/
