Collar de Perlas

I want to be a fine pearl necklace
To be nestled between your breasts

I want to be your true owner
To have the right to your rights
That goes up, goes down, goes up again
Where will the dead go, who knows where they will go

I want to be the mascara on your lashes
To see where your eyes see

I want to be your true owner
To have the right to your whims

I want to be the driver of your car
To take your curves downhill

I want to be the glass you drink from
To kiss your sugary lips

I want to be a fine pearl necklace
To be nestled between your breasts

I want to be your true owner
To have the right to your rights

I want to be the mascara on your lashes
To see where your eyes see

I want to be your true owner
To have the right to your whims

I want to be the driver of your car
To take your curves downhill

I want to be the glass you drink from
To kiss your sugary lips