My time is short, she has left over time
My hair is gray, hers is pumpkin-colored
I'm afraid our soap opera won't last much
But I'm so happy with her
My day flies and she won't wake up
I walk to the corner and she wants to go to Florida
I think I can't even understand what she talks about
But I can't stop contemplating her
Like a Scrooge, I count my minutes
Each second that goes by
Taking care of her, who's in a different world
She who gives her hours away, oh
Sometimes she paints her lips and goes out
Don't mind me, I say, take your time
I feel I'll still suffer for that little one
But the blues is already worth it