Personalities thin by kilo,
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little dolls without dignity running away from kindergartens,
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I don't understand that you're conspiring if you have been breathing for two days
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I ask you how it's going but you smile, you don't trust and you don't answer
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spread, phrases that are lost in thin air, you remain a girl
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just out of the cradle, a thought mangles me and I don't accept it,
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your secret dreams are written in lipstick, Convinced that
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life is just a game, you think of foundation
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and you get pregnant the next day, a skimpy soul in conflict
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with the mother and with the daddy, they love your baggies,
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but they ignore your cold ways,
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and you talk via text messages, and speak about your friends
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and how they are placed, what you would like all written
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in the diary, I read it and it is not clear and the dictionary has little to do with it.
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RITx2
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When I grow up I want to be a groupie,
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make males howl like wolves,
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ask who spoils your wimps,
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but you know that in this race, sooner or later you will get lost
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L-sea:
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You have a strange craving for being a foreigner
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your hopes in via delle finanze in catania
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in fact, defend undone with the right credentials |
designed to get around steps of the watussi
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to wrapping demented facts about pussy
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hit the sidewalk at the expense of a Mercedes with the Martians
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if they knew it in the family and in the city, your eyelashes
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they agitate iniquity like lazarus marrell
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that genius of dad could probably make the most of it
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bizarre conclusions already who knows, that people per se,
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moron next to you, lacking elasticity
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becomes more nerdy than pharrell, we could give each other
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moments of nothing, made for the mind, I sweep away the embarrassment
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in a latent space, the mask that I have on the back of my neck
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said rationality repents, on the court of buttons
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confesses to me that the thick girl but she is afraid of
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herself, I tell her, you are the groove abbess
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if you want, we can play pool in the holes of a loop
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RITx2
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When I grow up I want to be a groupie,
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make males howl like wolves,
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ask who spoils your wimps,
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but you know that in this race, sooner or later you will get lost
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Frank:
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Everything has already been decided from birth
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a case is a constant that every man who comes in contact with you |
then it fascinates you, damn what revolves around your interest
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actress for the masses or healthy AIDS carrier,
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thick legs in pantyhose out of respect for fans,
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love collections in a cylinder inside a cellophane,
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you can limit your relationship in speaking or accepting
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to bring your relationship to an oral relationship,
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make sure that every female rival of yours,
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you can't think of remaining at an amateur level
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it's not worth it, but so watch you fall,
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if the right temperature you are looking for is 90 degrees,
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Feed these wolves on roads and cliffs, do not seek help
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so from the age of 30 onwards you get spoiled,
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you want to grow up and make a glans the speech
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bad scratch, you can no longer caress me with the brush
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RITx4
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When I grow up I want to be a groupie,
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make males howl like wolves,
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ask who spoils your wimps,
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but you know that in this race, sooner or later you will fall apart. |