Bunkers, Los - Pobre Corazón lyrics

Before you left your garrison

you'd had a drink, maybe two

You don't remember Paris, hon

but it remembers you

It's true, we flew to Paris, dear

aboard an Army jet

the night you can't remember

the night I can't forget

You said I was terrific, it

meant zilch to you, ah, but I

have our marriage certificate

'n I'll keep it till I die

You were an Army officer

and I just a Rockette

the night you can't remember

the night I can't forget

No rose conveyed your sentiments

not even a petunia

but you've got vague presentiments

and I've got little Junior

You said, Nobody loves me

and I said, wanna bet?

the night you can't remember

the night I can't forget