Paula Que Buena Estás

I often stroll
Through the streets of my town
Through the streets of my town
I often stroll.
I can't reach that desire
That I carry with the ungrateful one
She tells me I'm so ugly
And I don't measure up to her dad.

Oh damn! Paula, you look so good!
As much as I love you
And the shit you put me through!
Oh...

I bless the good occasion
The one I loved is gone
The one I loved is gone
I bless the good occasion.
And even though I say nothing about her
The truth is it hits me hard
She wasn't too bad to me
But she sure did scold me.

Oh damn...

Many times she got mad
Because I spoiled her
Because I spoiled her
Many times she got mad,
Until she finally had enough
And then I would say:
Paula, bad and reckless,
Now your day has come...

Oh...