Objeto Sexual - Pimpinela

L Una palabra trajo la otra

Esto algún día tenía que pasar

Yo no pedía, no consentía

Ser en su vida una cosa más

Si me deseaba, él me buscaba

Y al otro día de mí se olvidaba

No soporto, no permito ser un objeto sexual…

J Yo te comprendo, pero lamento

Que no te pueda ofrecer nada más

Esto lo hablamos, ya lo aclaramos

Tú en tu sitio y yo en mi lugar

Pero volaste, te equivocaste

Y no soy culpable de lo que soñaste

Es inútil, no me pidas lo que no te puedo dar…

L Eres una máquina, un trozo de hierro

Con arma de acero y corazón mecánico, estúpida máquina

Que sólo fabrica ilusiones de lata

Y amores de plástico…

Eres una máquina, un frío motor

Que funciona a mentiras y no tiene límite, estúpida máquina

Quisiera romper tu control infernal

Poder destruirte…

L Esto se acaba, no queda nada

Yo de mi parte ya no quiero más

Cuando pensaba que eras un hombre

Fuiste un payaso que quiso jugar…

J Y tú qué creíste, qué imaginaste

Qué fantasía es la que te inventaste?

Si te marchas o te quedas juro que a mí me da igual…

L Eres una máquina, un trozo de hierro

Con arma de acero y corazón mecánico, estúpida máquina

Que sólo fabrica ilusiones de lata

Y amores de plástico…

Eres una máquina, un frío motor

Que funciona a mentiras y no tiene límite, estúpida máquina

Quisiera romper tu control infernal

Poder destruirte…

L One word brought the other

This one day had to happen

I did not ask, I did not consent

To be in your life one more thing

If he wanted me, he wanted me

And the next day he forgot about me

I can't stand it, I won't allow myself to be a sexual object...

J I understand you, but I'm sorry

That I can't offer you anything else

We talked about this, we already clarified it

You in your place and me in my place

But you flew, you were wrong

And I'm not guilty of what you dreamed

It's useless, don't ask me for what I can't give you...

L You are a machine, a piece of iron

With a steel gun and a mechanical heart, you stupid machine

That only manufactures tin illusions

And plastic loves…

You are a machine, a cold engine

That works like lies and has no limit, stupid machine

I would like to break your infernal control

To be able to destroy you...

L This is over, there is nothing left

For my part, I don't want more

When I thought you were a man

You were a clown who wanted to play...

J And what did you think, what did you imagine

What fantasy is the one you invented?

If you leave or stay, I swear it doesn't matter to me...

L You are a machine, a piece of iron

With a steel gun and a mechanical heart, you stupid machine

That only manufactures tin illusions

And plastic loves…

You are a machine, a cold engine

That works like lies and has no limit, stupid machine

I would like to break your infernal control

To be able to destroy you...