The choice is yours, further down, higher, more in the center
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You want me inside, you certainly can't say no
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I turn on, I don't know, it will be your accent
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But I feel like I just can't say no
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The choice is yours, further down, higher, more in the center
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You want me inside, you certainly can't say no
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I turn on, I don't know, it will be your accent
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But I feel like I just can't say no
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Breast, back, ankle, love na vanilla (Tutti frutti)
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In the beautiful country Alice nothing surprises you anymore
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The stir sends you from the suburb to the panorama (Star)
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Pretend you're good or in love (Seh)
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With that French, girlfriend, go savor
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On the Frau of the Maserati, all evening
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Lightened by lingerie and then soapy (Voilà)
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(You will say I tried a Neapolitan)
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Often late, never hibernating (Never), it's hot down here (Seh)
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And with the court and on death the false is sworn (Mr., down)
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For some bitches sometimes the price is too high (Don't you know?)
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It doesn't matter what you own, but what chair you sit in
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I am what you ask of your man in vain (Seh)
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One like Marco Borriello or Paolo Cannavaro (Palleggia)
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We sang gunpowder and poppy
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The one I will pay at first will be more true
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The choice is yours, further down, higher, more in the center
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You want me inside, you certainly can't say no
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I turn on, I don't know, it will be your accent
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But I feel like I just can't say no
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The choice is yours, further down, higher, more in the center
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You want me inside, you certainly can't say no
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I turn on, I don't know, it will be your accent
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But I feel like I just can't say no
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24 by 7, 365
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Teeth and look perfect and 60 pretend (Don't know)
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Love style, only Lacoste polo shirts
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But she persists, keeps her son hidden
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I give twenty percent for sure when I listen to it (No, no)
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Dirty South comes in a Porsche SUV, it attracts
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In the parking lot the hens with the grain of the looting
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If she thinks about the introit, I then interrupt the coitus
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She squirms, but she doesn't come, she has no regrets about the hymen
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But she wants to stay here, she knows that another is not the same
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She just doesn't like her, no, no, no, she doesn't like her
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While she says I do not do the horns, the space is getting shorter
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Locked in the room by the door sings like Giorgia
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I dwell on every shape from the bed to the sofa
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From the table to the stove (Cantalo), singing her the same chorus (Cantalo)
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The choice is yours, further down, higher, more in the center
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You want me inside, you certainly can't say no
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I turn on, I don't know, it will be your accent
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But I feel like I just can't say no
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The choice is yours, further down, higher, more in the center
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You want me inside, you certainly can't say no
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I turn on, I don't know, it will be your accent
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But I feel like I just can't say no
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(Lower, higher, more center)
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(Lower, higher, more center)
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(Lower, higher, more center)
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(You want me inside)
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(Lower, higher, more center) |