I like all the girls
I don't find anyone ugly
even if my eyes see them
my heart does pom, pom, pom, pom
I like all the girls
for a thing or twenty
when my love feels them
my heart does pom, pom, pom, pom
Marisa, your laughter
Consuelo, your hair
Milagros, your lips
Leonor, your love
I like all the girls
but you more than any
when under the moonlight
we talk about love, you and I