What's Wrong with Me?

Can't believe myself A fool again I shouldn't have believed those brown eyes of yours I should have heard what mother told me Girl, men are like a bottle of red wine Better drink it slowly if you can So the next day you feel no pain How could I fall for such lame lies Like only you beneath the moon Son of a gun Wait up, wait up, wait up, wait up I know all they want is just a fling What's wrong with me? I'll have a flan and marry it For sure I'll have a better and sweeter taste of love Down with men No, man Please, man Oh, damn Guess my fate is never late Oh! His brown eyes, I can't resist Please, just one more try Hey ma, what's wrong with me?