SHE´LL BE THE ONE WHO´LL BEAR ALL YOUR SONS
SHE´LL BE YOUR ONLY LOVER
SHE´LL BE THE ONE DOIN´ DISHES ON SUNDAY
STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR MOTHER
SHE´LL BE ANNIVERSARY ROSES

AND DIAMONDS ON CHRISTMAS EVE
I´LL ONLY BE SOMETHING THAT YOU NEVER SHOW
A BOX OF LOVE LETTERS FROM OLD MEXICO
SHE WILL BE THERE TO BUY ALL YOUR SHIRTS
SHE´LL THROW YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTIES
AND SHE´LL ALWAYS KNOW YOUR NUMBER AT WORK
AND THE LAST PLACE YOU DROPPED YOUR CAR KEYS
SHE´LL WEAR YOUR OLD BOOTS TO THE MAILBOX
AND YOUR NAME ON THE REST OF HER LIFE
AND YOU´LL WEAR YOUR GLASSES
YOUR FIRST CHANCE ALONE
WITH A BOX OF LOVE LETTERS FROM OLD MEXICO
CHORUS:
TEAR STAINED AND TENDERLY FOLDED
WORDS THAT I´VE TORN FROM MY SOUL
OH, KISS ONE FOR ME WHEN YOU´RE HOLDIN´
THAT BOX OF LOVE LETTERS FROM OLD MEXICO
SHE´LL BE THE ONE THEY WILL BURY BEFORE YOU

SHE´LL BE THE GREY IN YOUR HAIR
SHE´LL BE THE CALL HOME THAT YOU MAKE FROM A PHONE BOOTH
WHEN YOU FORGET SHE´S NOT THERE
SHE´LL BE THE PICTURES IN ALBUMS
AND A WREATH ON MOTHER´S DAY
I´LL BE FOUND BY YOUR CHILDREN AFTER YOU GO
JUST A BOX OF LOVE LETTERS FROM OLD MEXICO
REPEAT CHORUS