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They ask me why I go out with you.
They ask me why I love you so much.
They don't understand that we are more than friends,
nor that I spend the day sighing.
What do people know about how much I like you.
What do things know about what I feel for you.
And that's why always,
when they ask me,
to everyone
I tell them like this:

I like my girlfriend.
Why?
For her charm.
I like my girlfriend.
Why?
For her little eyes.
Because she has a dark face,
because she knows how to take away my sorrows.
I like my girlfriend.
Why?
For many things.
I like the grace
she has when she walks.
And singing, laughing and crying,
looking and kissing,
I like my girlfriend.
And singing, laughing and crying,
looking and kissing,
I like my girlfriend.

They ask me if we are going to get married,
They ask me if I am in my right mind.
And there are those who say we should separate
because I am only looking for your wealth.
What do people know about how much I like you.
What do the doubts know about what I feel for you.
And that's why always,
when they ask me,
to everyone
I tell them like this:

I like my girlfriend.
Why?
For her charm.
I like my girlfriend.
Why?
For her little eyes.
Because she has a dark face,
because she knows how to take away my sorrows.
I like my girlfriend.
Why?
For many things.
I like the grace
she has when she walks.
And singing, laughing and crying,
looking and kissing,
I like my girlfriend.
And singing, laughing and crying,
looking and kissing,
I like my girlfriend.