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There, I did everything for you to like me
Oh, my dear, don't treat me like that
You have to give me your heart!

My love, I can't forget
If it brings joy, it also brings suffering
My life has always been like this
Just crying over endless sorrows

There, I did everything for you to like me
Oh, my dear, don't treat me like that, huh
You have to give me your heart!

There, I did everything for you to like me
Oh, my dear, don't treat me like that
You have to, you have to give me your heart!

This thing about liking someone
Is a craze that people have
If Our Lord helped me
I wouldn't think about love anymore