With those attentive eyes
like burning pins
you search me.
Like a wolf you wait
inside the soul you descend
you investigate more and more.
I almost look like you a butterfly
a toy a ball
yes to take.
Tell me what your love is worth
I know you see me like honey
to eat yourself
but you're wrong, you know
I'm not a cherry,
Being a woman
doesn't mean just filling a miniskirt
doesn't mean believing anyone if they deceive you.
Being a woman is more, more, more, more
It's feeling alive
It's the joy of loving and feeling consoled
holding a child strong, strong above my breasts
with a real man next to me
Being looked at
and sometimes even followed
it weighs on me.
If certain compliments are rude then you feel offended.
/>You feel like a butterfly
a toy, a ball
to take.
But it's not love worth little
feeling like honey
not to eat.
But you're wrong, you know
I'm really something else.
Being a woman
doesn't mean just filling a miniskirt
doesn't mean believing anyone if you deceives,
Being a woman is more, more, more, more,
I am not looking for an adventure
but the companion I would like
than between a kiss and a laugh
will make me forget
the problems around me,
Being a woman
means having true feelings inside
and stopping the crying and pain that you feel
is more, much more.

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