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Pretty girl, come out so you can open the door for me.
Tell my mother-in-law to let you be
Tell him that I am the owner of your soul
That I am the one who makes you feel like a woman
Excuse me if you were already asleep.
In my drunkenness I remembered you
I was passing by and saw the light on
I went for my lyre to sing to you
Tomorrow I'll be back with flowers of many colors
If you come to see me, you beautiful chatty, you fool of my soul
If it doesn't come out now, I'm going to lose it.
And who knows when, you'll see me again
How boring destiny must be
Ah, how blessed is chance!
That we both met on the way
No commitments and nowhere to look
Tell that old, crazy, and reborn man
They won't even get me out of here with guachos.
God willing, for next year
I give him a grandson and make him happy
Let's see if I can get some sleep, your owner is leaving, the one who loves you the most.
Precious chat, deceiver of my soul
Leave the back door ajar
Chance and I give the gift to his dad in advance
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