Sube y baja

I want to be the glass you drink from
and kiss your sugary lips
I want to be the driver of your car
and take the downhill curves

That go up and down
that reach here
to where the dead go
who knows where they will go

I want to be the mascara on your lashes
to see where your eyes look
I want to be your one and only owner
to be able to fulfill your cravings

That go up and down
that reach here
to where the dead go
who knows where they will go

I want to be a string of fine pearls
to be close to your chest
I want to be balm for your lips
and there take care of your rights

That go up and down
that reach here
to where the dead go
who knows where they will go