Quizás, Quizás, Quizás
Celia Cruz
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Whenever I ask you
What? When? How? And where?
You always answer me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
So the days go by
And I'm getting desperate
And you keep answering
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
You're wasting time
Thinking, thinking
And for what you want the most
Until when? Until when?
And so the days go by
And I'm getting desperate
And you keep answering
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps