La Mujer Perfecta Para Mi
Tan bonita, que le da celos al cielo
Le va bien lo que se ponga
Y no arregla su cabello
La critican porque odia usar tacones
No le gusta ir a fiestas
Y lee libros por deporte
Quiero que aparezca
Y presumirla a mis amigos como la primera
Que me robó el corazón
Déjame explicarte que te quiero
Y no te conozco, no te tengo
Déjame contarte que te sueño
La mujer perfecta para mí
Me regala discos y sonrisas
No me hace esperarla
Y no elige mis camisas
Quiero que aparezca
Y presumirla a mis amigos como la primera
Que me robó el corazón
Déjame explicarte que te quiero
Y no te conozco, no te tengo
Déjame contarte que te sueño
La mujer perfecta para mí
The Perfect Woman for Me
So pretty, she makes the sky jealous
She looks good in whatever she wears
And doesn't fuss over her hair
They criticize her because she hates wearing heels
She doesn't like going to parties
And reads books for fun
I want her to show up
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Who stole my heart
Let me explain that I love you
And I don't know you, don't have you
Let me tell you that I dream of you
The perfect woman for me
She gives me records and smiles
She doesn't make me wait
And doesn't choose my shirts
I want her to show up
And show her off to my friends as the first one
Who stole my heart
Let me explain that I love you
And I don't know you, don't have you
Let me tell you that I dream of you
The perfect woman for me