De Qué Me Vale
Andy & Lucas
What's the Use to Me
It's that one, who has black little eyes
It's that one, who knows how much I desire.
The girl I want is the one who plays with my feelings, the one who knows she stirs up my jealousy.
And while I, suffer for her
And while I, drown in sorrows.
What's the use to make her smile, play with her hair, tell her she's pretty. What's the use to give her secrets, if I don't have her, I don't have her love. What's the use to compliment her, without even getting a crossed, eye contact. What's the use, what people think, if she's the owner, who occupies my mind.
The girl I love is the one who plays with me every day, the one I think is withering me away.
The girl I want doesn't feel what I feel for her, the one I hope will value these moments.
And while I, suffer for her
And while I, drown in sorrows.
What's the use to make her smile, play with her hair, tell her she's pretty. What's the use to give her secrets, if I don't have her, I don't have her love. What's the use to compliment her, without even getting a crossed, eye contact. What's the use, what people think, if she's the owner, who occupies my mind. (x3)
