The Catherina Ho - Lyrics - Carlos Perón

I love this girl With a like a As tender as dew She met me, a perfect stranger Lost like a poor king, pure as a dove Catherina Catherina Catherina Ho Catherina Catherina Catherina Ho Sometimes it's so hard to count As for her it doesn't matter I love this girl With a like a As tender as dew She met me, a perfect stranger Lost like a poor king, pure as a dove Catherina Catherina Catherina Ho Catherina Catherina Catherina Ho Catherina Catherina Catherina Ho Sometimes it's so hard to count As for her it doesn't matter Never tried to dominate her