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Poets, I need the most sincere verse
So that she believes, oh oh oh, how much I love her
Painters, urgently, a good portrait of my soul
So you can see that it's not a short-term love

She doesn't believe what I say
And I'm paying dearly
I call God as my witness, and she
She says: What a nerve
She says I'm a liar, that I don't love her
And I shout to him: I need you
He says I'm a womanizer, and I don't deny it
Hey, woman, that was yesterday

Philosophers of the world, sell me a thought
And let her buy my truth, I don't lie to her
Doctors in cardio-spiritual problems
Prescribe all your love for my ills

She doesn't believe what I say
And I'm paying dearly
I call God as my witness, and she
She says: What a nerve
She says I'm a liar, that I don't love her
And I shout to him: I need you
He says I'm a womanizer, and I don't deny it
Hey, woman, that was yesterday

She says I'm a liar, that I don't love her
And I shout to him: I need you
He says I'm a womanizer, and I don't deny it
Hey, woman, that was yesterday