Es mi hombre

As soon as I saw him
I said to myself
he's my man.

I only live for him
as long as he wants to be faithful
to me, that man.

I can't go
a night without thinking
about my man.

And I give him all I am
I give him all I have
to my man.

And that's how I am, he's a macro
a gigolo
but it doesn't matter because
that's how I love him.

Any day at Pigalle
for my misfortune.

Or maybe I'll lose him
then I don't know.

Nor what will become of me
because I love him.

I only have a heart
for my man.

If he hits me, I don't care
it's natural.

That he always has me like this
because that's how I love him.

I no longer have a heart.

I try to forget him
and let myself be invited
by other men.

But it can't be
because I am only a woman
for my man.

Throughout Paris
I search for the gray gaze
of my man.

If he offers me his love
I forgive him the worst
to my man.

For love, I am crazy
I am yours
I search for my man
without knowing where he is.

Any day at Pigalle
for my misfortune.

Or maybe I'll lose him
then I don't know.

Nor what will become of me
because I love him.

I only have a heart
for my man.

If he hits me, I don't care
it's natural.

That he always has me like this
because that's how I love him.

I no longer have a heart.