Come sit near me

Pretty senorita in the laundromat

I'll give you songs for your quarters

I'll give you a love straight out of a Mexican soap opera

I'm pining away here

Trying to look so nonchalant-that French for looking like I don't care when I really do

Black hair like down on your arms

T-shirt cut short showing ribs

I'm a songwriter.

I'm not known yet, and may never be.

But there's something in the way that you fold that tattered dress

That let's me know you can live with less

Come sit next to me in elegant poverty my senorita

I'll give you songs for your quarters