You dress in blue to obscure the sky
And you get mirrors to be really sure
that you are pretty
and that you deserve tributes of sun if you gift a kiss.
A narcissus is the instinct that dominates your essence
And it's stupid consuming my time with you.
Broken dreams
are the ones you leave in my life's account.
What is your body worth to me,
if I only receive the bargain sales that you want to give me?
What is your mouth worth to me,
if you let your kisses fall down and I pick them humiliated?
Luxury woman, trophy wife,
Woman made of laughs, smell and caprices that lead to nothing.
Luxury woman, show woman,
Your head will hang in the wall of a relic hunter
And you will get old and have no dreams left.
I will try to find in a simple belly
the warmth that your coldness put out
and I will gift her now and ever priceless presents,
I wish you luck, the one you don't deserve,
the one you don't look for, the one you never need,
as long as it lasts
that perfect body of yours that time is consuming.
What are your hands worth to me
if they are so far apart from caresses as me from your dreams?
What are your eyes worth to me
if they don't give a fuck if I go away or if I come?
Luxury woman, trophy wife,
Woman made of laughs, smell and caprices that lead to nothing.
Luxury woman, show woman,
Your head will hang in the wall of a relic hunter
And you will get old and have no dreams left.
No friends, not me, nothing at all.