Objeto Sexual

What's wrong?
There's a beautiful landscape, how can I not look?
And what's the problem?
God gave me eyes, obviously I'm going to use them

I know that a woman is much more
Than a sexual object,
But how much does it cost to avoid
Such a deeply rooted animal feeling

I try to disguise
So as not to look so bad
I try not to be so obvious
Especially if her boyfriend is next to her

In Argentina, there are such beautiful women
They seem to provoke you to despair
Many pretend but inside they die
We all go through the same, you better find out
But how can I avoid
This desire I have to control
The church and my wife say it's very wrong
But even my conscience turns to look

I like to watch those girls walk
I like when they come, I like when they go
Shaking figures that I can't believe
Thank God I have a beautiful woman
But it's not enough for me to stop
These eyes of mine that want to see everything
But how can one find some peace
When everything that passes by is worth looking at
The girls will say - what a jerk that guy is -
But what do they want me to say, I can't help it...