Ella Estrella
La Gusana Ciega
She Star
She's a star, light in your constellation
And her love is secretly the reason for your pain
She's tired of your conversation
And prefers to seduce you than to sell her heart
And she spills on the tablecloth
And she's shedding her skin
She's slow-burning beaujolais
With long legs, a bun, and a ribbon
And she knows where to touch you
And prefers to be a lover than a victim of love
And she spills on the tablecloth
And she's shedding her skin
She's not yours to love
There's nothing more to say
It's temporary
She wears lace, with pearls from Japan
She's more, she's more than all your color
She knows when the show ends
And exaggerates her lips like on television
And she spills on the tablecloth
And she's fading away without knowing
She's not yours to love
There's nothing more to say
It's temporary
She's lava from a volcano
She's not yours to love
It's temporary
Crystal sphere
She's not yours to love
It's temporary
