As far back as I can remember she is my girlfriend
It was true love since my eyes look up to her eyes
I, already, have a place located on my diary
where I could draw her name, where I can blow my own trumpet
She wanted me when at the edge of the finish line
I completed second-to-last the marathon
She loves me as a insensitive person or as a poet
As a genius, minister or even as a buffoon
Time turns my girlfriend into an old woman
and she is struggling to do her walks but it's hard
Three months without coming and she on a tray
pours to her love another cup of coffee
Time turns my girlfriend into an old woman
Just in that moment in which I started to fall in love with
all the weight of things she recommend to me
She has an universal gift of forgiveness
She is my girlfriend, she didn't pull the wool over anybody's eyes
Nor she didn't set up any rule that involve the word fidelity
She act as a go-between trying to pair off all the morons she knows
She doesn't mind the exclusivity...
She loves me, doesn't matter if I dress up as a guerrilla
Or if I win the Nobel peace prize
She doesn't matter if I ended last or I finnished first
If I am a conformist or I am a tenacious man
Time turns my girlfriend into an old woman
and she is struggling to do her walks but it's hard
Three months without coming and she on a tray
pours to her love another cup of coffee
Time turns my girlfriend into an old woman
Just in that moment, in which I started to fall in love with
all the weight of things she recommend to me
She has an universal gift of forgiveness
My girlfriend, always, has a plate on the table
Just in case I decide to come back
and she made a kind of budget in the bank
in the hypothetical case I need it, someday
There's no bend road in which I could get away from my girlfriend
Because it never exist a "maybe" in her lips
and although the analogy became obvious
You know, without a shadow of a doubt, my words are only adressed to you... Mum