Que Chasco Me Lleve

It's hard to realize things
The prettiest rose has thorns
It's true that roses are beautiful
If they're not from your garden, they're even prettier

A young girl passed by that I liked
And I thought maybe she'll like me back
What a letdown I had, she was married
It was sadder than I realized

I kept going around in circles for many days
And she just looked at me
With eyes that spoke to anyone
And I, like the Indians, bowed down

But it's hard to realize things
And now I just settle for looking at her
Her looks pierce me like thorns
Because she's a flower, she's a rose