La Pícara ingenua

I'm the innocent young girl, without cunning
And alone with a man, I don't know what I'd do
Maybe I'd give him a kiss, quite long
Like the ones Greta Garbo bestows

I'd show off this well-shaped leg
And the other one I'd keep well covered
Because she who practices innocence
Shows half of everything she has

And that's because
I don't know
When I wise up, I'll let him know

And that's because
I, I don't know
When I wise up, I'll let him know

I'd present my arm and a hip
And a piece of my back, for him to see
That my parents made me so well-shaped
That when it comes to curves, I envy nothing

And in the end, I'd gladly give him
To hide the most beautiful, wouldn't be fair
This shows my innocence
I show half of everything I have

And that's because
I, I don't know
Come tomorrow and I'll tell you

And that's because
I, I don't know
Come tomorrow and I'll tell you
Come tomorrow and I'll tell you