(A very rough English translation for Gilbert Subido and all the Fil-Ams dying to know what the song is all about. You asked for it, you got it… sir!)
Your hair is no longer yours
Your teeth swims in a glass
Your lips taste like fish sauce
Maybe, because you’re avoiding
Sugar... per doctor's order
But don’t worry…
It's no big deal
Cause when I’m with you
I weep from so much joy
A different kind of joy
I love you…
Though I’m young enough to be your daughter
I love you…
Though our worlds are extremely different
You were already a grown man
When I was still waiting to be conceived
Fine with me, no problem…
The happiness you bring is something
I can never experience with all the many men
Who tried to win me over… but failed
That’s why I love you…
I love you…
I love you… sir…
So what if others are laughing
Sneering at how mismatched we are
It’s still you I’ll choose
Even if other men are younger… or handsomer
I’m so sure of it:
I love you…
Though I’m young enough to be your daughter
I love you…
Even if you’d be a better match with my mother
You can be sure:
While you’re still breathing
I will never yearn for someone new
The happiness you bring is something
I can never experience with all the many men
Who tried to win me over… but failed
That’s why I love you…
I love you…
I love you… sir…
I love you… sir…
(A special 'thank you po' to singer Jenn Illustre who has been waiting patiently for me to pitch the song to a record company...)
