Es mi hombre
En cuanto le vi
yo me dije para mi
es mi hombre.
Solo vivo por el
mientras quiera serme fiel
ese hombre.
No puedo pasar
una noche sin pensar
en mi hombre.
Y le doy cuanto soy
lo que tengo se lo doy
a mi hombre.
Y asi estoy es un macró
un gigoló
pero no importa porque
asi le quiero yo.
Cualquier dia por Pigale
para mi mal.
O tal vez le perderé
luego no sé.
Ni lo que va a ser de mi
por que le quiero.
Solo tengo corazón
para mon homme.
Si me pega me da igual
es natural.
Que me tenga siempre asi
porque asi le quiero.
Ya no tengo corazón.
Le intento olvidar
y me dejo convidar,
por los hombres.
Pero no puede ser
porque solo soy mujer
pa' mi hombre.
Por todo Paris
busco la mirada gris
de mi hombre.
Si me ofrece su amor
le perdono lo peor
a mi hombre.
Por amor che sui consá
le'm pos te cuá
busco a mi hombre
sin saber donde andara.
Cualquier dia por Pigale
para mi mal.
O tal vez le perderé
luego no sé.
Ni lo que va a ser de mi
por que le quiero.
Solo tengo corazón
para mon homme.
Si me pega me da igual
es natural.
Que me tenga siempre asi
porque asi le quiero.
Ya no tengo corazón.
He's my man
As soon as I saw him
I said to myself
he's my man.
I only live for him
as long as he wants to be faithful
to me, that man.
I can't go
a night without thinking
about my man.
And I give him all I am
I give him all I have
to my man.
And that's how I am, he's a macro
a gigolo
but it doesn't matter because
that's how I love him.
Any day at Pigalle
for my misfortune.
Or maybe I'll lose him
then I don't know.
Nor what will become of me
because I love him.
I only have a heart
for my man.
If he hits me, I don't care
it's natural.
That he always has me like this
because that's how I love him.
I no longer have a heart.
I try to forget him
and let myself be invited
by other men.
But it can't be
because I am only a woman
for my man.
Throughout Paris
I search for the gray gaze
of my man.
If he offers me his love
I forgive him the worst
to my man.
For love, I am crazy
I am yours
I search for my man
without knowing where he is.
Any day at Pigalle
for my misfortune.
Or maybe I'll lose him
then I don't know.
Nor what will become of me
because I love him.
I only have a heart
for my man.
If he hits me, I don't care
it's natural.
That he always has me like this
because that's how I love him.
I no longer have a heart.