Chicas Muertas

You will never be able to love me
I only live on TV
I will never be able to tell you how it is
You will never be able to touch me
Just see me on paper
Don't stop looking at me
On the wall
I was born for you
I'm from Puerto Rico
I'll give you a surubí
I'm always a rich guy
And you are so pure to me
Rubbing your legs
Crying in the chapel
A love of dead girls.