Italian Plastic

歌詞

I bring you plates from Rome You say they look fantastic I say we're having fun Nothing like that Italian Plastic I bring you rocks and flowers You say they look pathetic You pick me up at night I don't feel pathetic Chorus: When you wake up with me I'll be your glass of water (uh huh) When you stick up for me They you're my Bella Bambina (uh huh) I say we're on a trip Looks like we're on vacation I say we're having fun In our little constellation Chorus Then I'll be your Balle Bambino, your man from the moon I'll be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon I'll be your soul survivor, you worst wicked friend I'll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end (Oh) Chorus