Cachos De Vaca

I want to orbit you, sail around your space
Like a shark fin in the deep blue sea
I want to wear you out, see you swim aimlessly
In the chaos, surrendered to my jaws

I wish you were like Pavlov's dog
I want you to drool
When the bell rings for my desires
I want to make you a captive
Of my words, of my lips

And of these horns that aren't from a cow
But from the devil (x3)

I want, finally, to be the writer of your dreams
Give your black and white nights some horror stories
Mischievous monsters will be my weapons
To see you trembling and holding on... to me

Of these horns that aren't from a cow
But from the devil (x3)