Frank Sinatra

It happened in Monterey, a long time ago,
I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico.
Stars and steel guitars and luscious lips as red as wine;
Broke some - bod - y's heart and I'm afraid, that it was mine.
It happened in Monterey, and without thinking twice,
I left her and through away, the key to paradise.
My in - dis - creet heart longs for the sweetheart
First Time:
That I left in old Mon - te - rey.
Last Time:
That I left in old Mon - te - rey.