Just like it happens in a love story
The man of my dreams
Showed up at the dance track
He was as simple as any other man there was
But, in a blink of an eye
Your eyes captured all the strength I had
Like it happens in a zoom
He looked at me
With those eyes
The same with each he looked at the photographs
I said "cheese"
And, from close to close
I began to lose my face
And I even smiled, happy
And then he came back
And offered me a drink
He called me a 'blue angel'
My vision
Then began to be blurred
Like we did in the movie theater
Sometimes you sent me
A rose and a poem
In the spotlight
And I, like an egg yolk
Came undone
While the blues played in the background
You drank too much Scotch
He said that my body
Belonged only to him
I said ''please''
Wearing a low cut shirt
I shoot at him
With my face
Reddish and feverish
And he came back
During the last concert
With ten poems and a bouquet on his hands
I said "goodbye
I'm flying with my friends
While on tour"
How can I love my wife?
He said that now
He only loved me as his wife
Not as a superstar
He shredded the roses
He set fire on the photos where I appeared
He kissed me at the altar
There would never be another love story
There would never be another date at the movie theater
We would never drink at the dance room again
He would never say "cheese" again
Let's stop saying 'never'!
I would never have a rose on my hands again
I would never be happy again
There would never be another love story
We would never go to the movie theater again
We would never drink at the dance room again
We would never say "cheese" again
Let's stop saying 'never'!
We would never be happy again