Indiana Nomma and Tico de Moraes - 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?

Written by:
Indiana Nomma, Tico de Moraes

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