You're a song written by the hands of God.
I'm Colombian and nothing will change that.
Because of you, I'm running out of reasons to cry.
I don't go out without make up. I'm a woman, you know.
In this life, to earn your place you have to fight for it.
The universe is so broad, I cannot be at the centre of it.
I know what I'm doing, even when I'm wearing a pencil skirt.
My breasts are small and humble so you don't confuse them with mountains.
Everyone can know what is in my heart because I find it hard to conceal myself.