Excuse me sir, I beg you
If my advice offends you
By giving you my opinion I take nothing away from you
Finally you are the owner of her kisses
You conquered her and the good hour
My love is at the bottom of oblivion
That I gain by fighting even if I love it
I know how to recognize when I have lost
And if she wakes up saying that she feels misunderstood
/>Listening to her boring talk
Understand it, sir, it's my fault
Well, when I had her in my arms
I put her to sleep with verses and songs
And If she wakes up crying there in the early morning
Complaining about the rose on her pillow
Understand her, sir, she is spoiled
Well, I madly adored her
In pí ©los de rosa put her to bed

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