| Tell me what's left
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| And because when I do the evening I break in
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| I always have my ears cracked by the din
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| And I live in excess because I am not enough
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| Raise those hands like the cops are there
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| Open those legs like you're having babies
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| Pull out your teeth like you are going to get ugly
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| Anyway, tomorrow you have already forgotten everything
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| I see you at every party
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| I see you at every party
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| If you fall to the ground
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| You're so drunk you can't even get up
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| You are a born diva
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| Juliet without Romeo
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| But behind closed doors you are without excuses
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| Do more things than Lea Di Leo
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| And when I'm with you I travel like with National Geo
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| When I'm on top of you it feels like a rodeo
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| You are the most designer you have the glitter Iphone case
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| The silley shoes, hatù in the Prada bag
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| You're more fit than one of Van Damme's legs
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| You keep my Peter Pan syndrome young
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| But by dint of making the evening and staying fixed at the bar
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| You have no more memory even with 20 gigabytes of RAM
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| Tell me what's left
|
| And because when I do the evening I break in
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| I always have my ears cracked by the din
|
| And I live in excess because I am not enough
|
| Raise those hands like the cops are there
|
| Open those legs like you're having babies
|
| Pull out your teeth like you are going to get ugly
|
| Anyway, tomorrow you have already forgotten everything
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| You like to keep fit
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| And with redone nails
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| One gave you flowers
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| You threw them to the ground
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| And you said much better a pair of shoes
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| You have no more stone aside
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| Juliet without Romeo
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| But behind closed doors you are without excuses
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| Make uglier than Lea Di Leo
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| And for you they kill themselves worse than gladiators in the Colosseum
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| You are like Marilyn same mouth with the same mole
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| And even if you don't want to have an evening, tonight it's up to you
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| Do threesomes with two heels and a bowl of vodka
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| You don't bargain with anyone if you don't need to
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| You look like the girl from Memento you live in a dream
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| But by dint of making the evening and staying fixed at the bar
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| You have no more memory even with 20 gigabytes of RAM
|
| Tell me what's left
|
| And because when I do the evening I break in
|
| I always have my ears cracked by the din
|
| And I live in excess because I am not enough
|
| Raise those hands like the cops are there
|
| Open those legs like you're having babies
|
| Pull out your teeth like you are going to get ugly
|
| Anyway, tomorrow you have already forgotten everything
|
| Tell me what's left
|
| And because when I do the evening I break in
|
| I always have my ears cracked by the din
|
| And I live in excess because I am not enough
|
| Raise those hands like the cops are there
|
| Open those legs like you're having babies
|
| Pull out your teeth like you are going to get ugly
|
| Anyway, tomorrow you have already forgotten everything |