What's Wrong with Me?

Can't believe myself

A fool again

I shouldn't have believed those brown eyes of yours

I should have heard what mother told me

Girl, men are like a bottle of red wine

Better drink it slowly if you can

So the next day you feel no pain

How could I fall for such lame lies

Like only you beneath the moon

Son of a gun

Wait up, wait up, wait up, wait up

I know all they want is just a fling

What's wrong with me?

I'll have a flan and marry it

For sure I'll have a better and sweeter taste of love

Down with men

No, man

Please, man

Oh, damn

Guess my fate is never late

Oh! His brown eyes, I can't resist

Please, just one more try

Hey ma, what's wrong with me?