La Mujer Perfecta [English translation]

So beautiful,

That she makes the sky jealous

Whatever she wears looks good on her

And she doesn't do her hair.

They criticise her

Because she hates wearing heels

She doesn't like going to parties

And she reads books for sport.

I want her to show up

And show her off to my friends

Like the first girl

That stole my heart.

Let me explain to you that I love you, oh

I don't know you, I don't have you, oh

Let me tell you that I dream of you, oh

The perfect woman for me.

She gifts me

Records and smiles

She doesn't make me wait for her

And she doesn't choose my shirts.

I want her to show up

And show her off to my friends

Like the first girl

That stole my heart.

Let me explain to you that I love you, oh

I don't know you, I don't have you, oh

Let me tell you that I dream of you, oh

The perfect woman for me.

Let me explain to you that I love you, oh

I don't know you, I don't have you, oh

Let me tell you that I dream of you, oh

The perfect woman for me.