El 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 up to here
Where do the dead go
Who knows where they'll go

I want to be the mascara on your eyelashes
To see where your eyes see
I want to be your one and only owner
To be able to fulfill your whims

That go up and down
That reach up to here
Where do the dead go
Who knows where they'll go

I want to be a fine pearl necklace
To be close to your chest
I want to be the shine for your lips
And there take care of your rights

That go up and down
That reach up to here
Where do the dead go
Who knows where they'll go

That go up and down
That reach up to here
Where do the dead go
Who knows where they'll go