La fulana

Perhaps, for being lucky in love
I haven't been distrustful towards women
I always knew how to get involved without complicating things
And in the end, I let go
I was a lively and daring young man
As long as the flirting game lasted
But the last woman
beat me to the punch

I saw her pass by and got tangled
in the harmony of her walk
What a monument to that guy!
What quality!
I never thought, poor me, that this woman would be my end

When my male pride
entered the game of standing firm and pleading
that she avoided like this
I can't! Who knows!
Not tonight! Not tomorrow!
The thing is that the woman
gave me the sweet and I bit it

You see
that that daring and daring young man
is now a convinced player
quiet and content
with his uniform of changer
the appearance is just a facade and nothing more
you have to live seriously and work
and look for the woman
who makes you change