I always wanted to know
What’s inside a woman
The secrets,
Hidden within her
In her head, in her heart
And when they sing a song
They know how to do it
Better that anyone
I always wondered
Why music and women
Are like two
Blood sisters
An intimate relationship
And when they dance a song
The know how to move
Better than anyone
Why I don’t comprehend is why
Women don’t write more songs
Why I don’t comprehend is why
Women don’t write more songs
If women wrote songs
The most beautiful of them all
They are the ones that
Make me cry the most
Because inside every women
There’s a story in the shape of a song
Maybe the most
Beautiful song in the world
What I don’t comprehend is why
Women don’t write more songs
What I don’t comprehend is why
Women don’t write more songs
What I don’t comprehend is why
Women don’t write more songs
What I don’t comprehend is why
Women...
Because, only
Because we have
Deep silences
And our memories
Innumerable secrets I don’t
Think you’ll understand
A long time ago
They made me this question
In this same place
And now, and now
I feel it; it’ll be outright
If women wrote songs
The most beautiful of them all
They are the ones that
Make me cry the most
Because inside every women
There’s a story in the shape of a song
Maybe the most
Beautiful song in the world
If women wrote songs
(You won’t hear them)
Because they are the only ones (Ay mama)
That made me cry
(Because we know how to love)
Because inside every woman
Maybe the most
(how not) Beautiful song in the world
Who said otherwise?