Mujer de Lujo - Ricardo Arjona

You dress in blue to cloud the sky
And you chase after mirrors to make really sure
You're beautiful
And to be forced to offer up tributes to get a kiss from you.

Narcissistic the instinct dominating your spirit
And idiotic is wasting my time with you
Broken dreams
Are what remain in my life assets.

What good is your body to me
If you administer it with installments of what you want to give me
What good is your mouth to me
If your kisses fall and I pick them up humiliated.

Lady of luxury, Trophy wife
Woman of laughter, smells and whims with futures of nothing
Lady of luxury, Window dressing woman
Your head is going to adorn the living room of an antique hunter
And you will grow old without any dreams.

I will try to find on a simple belly
The warmth that the frigidity turned off in me so many times
And I will give her priceless gifts not available on the market

I wish you the luck you don't deserve
Which you aren't searching for, which you've never needed
While
That perfect body [lasts] which in time will wear down

What good are your hands to me
If they're far from any caress as am I from your dreams
What good are your eyes to me
If they couldn't care less if I go or stay.

Lady of luxury, Trophy wife
Woman of laughter, smells and whims with futures of nothing
Lady of luxury, Window dressing woman
Your head is going to adorn the living room of an antique hunter
And you will grow old without any dreams.

Without any friends,
without me,
without anything