Texty: Lady GaGa. Born This Way. Americano.

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 S
I don't S

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, America, Americano
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, America, Americano

Mis canciones son de la revolucion
Mi corazon me duele por mi generacion
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 language, oh no
I don't speak your
I don't speak your Jesus Cristo

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, America, Americano
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, America, Americano

I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you
(La-la-la, la, la, la, la)
I have cried for, I will die for how I care
(La-la-la, la, la, la, la)

In the mountains, las campanas estan sonando
(La-la-la, la, la, la, la)
Todo los chicos, y los chicos se estan besando
(La-la-la, la, la, la, la)

I don't speak your
I don't speak your language, oh no
I don't speak your
I won't speak your Jesus Cristo

I don't speak your
I don't speak your Americano
I don't speak your
I won't speak your Jesus Cristo

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, America, Americano
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, America, Americano
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, America, Americano
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, 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 get me, no, no, no, no
Don't you try to catch me
I'm living on the edge of the, law, law, law, law