La Viuda de Pescado

The story I'm going to tell you
Is a product of imagination
Any resemblance is purely coincidental

I saw a princess crying
I noticed that her face reflected
The pain that was killing her
I asked her why she was crying
She told me he'll pay for it
Every tear I shed
That he wouldn't make fun of her

That princess told me
While she was getting married
That he wouldn't play with her
Nor marry another
Even if she had to kill him

I took out my revolver and aimed at him
He played with me and I shot him
And right there I took my own life
A man has to be a man
And not make fun of the woman
Who has loved him all her life

I took out my revolver and aimed at him
He played with me and I shot him
And right there I took my own life
A man has to be a man
And not make fun of the woman
Who has loved him all your life

I am the widow who goes out at night
Looking for a love that loves me, loves me
To tell my sorrows

I am the widow who goes out at night
Looking for a love that loves me, loves me
To tell my sorrows

I am the widow I am the widow
Who goes out at night who goes out at night
Looking Looking Looking for a love that loves me, loves me

I am the widow I am the widow
Who goes out at night who goes out at night
Looking Looking Looking for a love that loves me, loves me

A man has to be a man
And not make fun of the woman
Who has loved him all her life
The widow cried, I comforted her and she hugged me

How how how how
The widow cried, I comforted her and she hugged me

I am the widow who goes out at night
Looking for a love that loves me, loves me
To tell my sorrows

I am the widow who goes out at night
Looking for a love that loves me, loves me
To tell my sorrows