Prendas de Algodon

Asleep in the snows of a skyscraper
you were playing Moody Blues records
my eyes rolled over your back
a moonbeam undressed you...

At night, men go out partying
turning on the city lights
what would women do without those fools
they would fall from their dream without waking up.

I wet my lips in cotton garments
on the rooftop right in front of you...

A bit of water from your sins
relieves my thirsty mouth
asleep and naked under the sky
and you unknowingly
excite my being...

One lives and dies while you bathe
and take the dog out to seduce
I love you, I swear, without knowing you
I would do anything for you...

I wet my lips in cotton garments
on the rooftop right in front of you...

My voyeuristic pain that doesn't step on the slab
can touch you with glances, the sex, the armpit
can approach cautiously at a bee's distance
your naked calm also makes me vulnerable
how I wish under my fingertips
to caress your surprised nipple...
but my eyes hurt
the eyes don't board, don't fall in love, don't converse
they only travel by impulses...
electric lies!