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Whenever I arrive home
She's already waiting for me at the gate
Pretends to be calm
But I can hear her heart
Her anxious look wants to guess
Where I've been
If I speak, she doesn't believe me, but if I don't speak
I'm already in trouble
I keep telling her
That my heart has no room for anyone else
But by her smile
I think she believes I have a harem
It's that old story of saying that
Men are all the same
Not even she believes the luck she has

That's too much

She is happy but always pretends she's not...
For her, it's very important to play the victim
She is happy and loves to see me confused
But deep down she knows
That she's the only one