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If you can't get anything from me
I don't know why you're chasing me
Constantly on the street
You know well that I'm married
That I've always been dedicated
And I can't be yours

Just because you're rich and elegant
You want me to be your lover
Out of whim or presumption
Oh, I have a poor husband
Who has a noble soul
And is all my passion

I tore up the letters without reading
And never wanted to receive
Jewels or flowers you brought
I don't sell myself, nor give myself
Because I've already given all that I am
With a love you don't know

I don't sell myself, nor give myself
Because I've already given all that I am
With a love you don't know