Letras
What is a woman?
What is she made of?
Why is a woman afraid of not being in love?
What is, oh, what is a woman?
What does she long for?
Why is it wrong for a woman to be all alone?
Young girls are April with rainbows and changes
One day, Lord knows one day they grow up
And April is over forever
To be, Lord, to be a woman means being lonely
That's why a woman is only alive when in love
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
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