12.02.2021
They say of me
Versions: #1They say of me...
They say I'm ugly
That I walk like a thug
that I am bow-legged and that I move
like an old man,
That I look like a dinosaur,
my nose is pointy,
my figure is no help
and my mouth is a mailbox.
If I chat with Luis, Pedro or Juan,
the men talk about me,
they complain that I've lost my figure
They notice if I go... if I come... or if I I've gone...
They say a lot of things
but if the package is so unappealing
Why are they losing their minds obsessing over me?
I know that there are many who deride with lies,
and they sigh and die when they ponder my love,
and more than one melts if I sigh,
And stops if I look at him, snorting in fear.
OK, I'm ugly, let's say it's true,
but I'd already figured that out.
Besides, this ugliness that God gave me,
a lot of women envy me because of it,
and they won't say that I believed in myself,
because I was always modest,
That's what I'm like!
And they hide from me...
they hide because I have dreamy eyes,
in addition to other delights that evoke feelings,
I might be ugly, but I know that on the other hand I have the skin of a doll,
Those who say I'm bow-legged haven't seen me in a nightgown
men criticize my voice,
the gait... the look... the cough,
they complain that I've lost my figure,
They notice if I go... if I come... or if I've gone.
They say a lot of things,
but if the package is so unappealing
Why are they losing their minds obsessing over me?
I know that there are many who deride with lies,
and they sigh and die when they ponder my love,
and more than one melts if I sigh,
And stops if I look at him, snorting in fear.
OK, I'm ugly, let's say it's true,
but I'd already figured that out.
Besides, this ugliness that God gave me,
a lot of women envy me because of it,
and they won't say that I believed in myself,
because I was always modest,
That's what I'm like!