Tekster: The Beets. Broken English.

She didn't know the words that said to her
I melted down gold to pay an interpreter
He spoke for me then he ran off with her
He ran off with her
She never listened to my words
My broken English was all she heard

I hold my words as you hold my hand
You seem to like me just as I am
No more pain
No more anguish
No more English as a second language

I fell in love cause you could care less
Que yo se poquito ingles

When she listened to my words
My broken English was all she heard
No more English as a second language