Populous
Unique, iconic, atomic
Santa Monica

I am an outlaw like the forbidden one
If my sound grabs you, it's over for you
Life is a game (ping pong)
And I'm still on the bench
It's the tale of an artist
A woman who doesn't bow

At the bar counter
"Oh my god Monica"
In line at the post office
"Monica"
Standing on the tram
Yeah, okay, "Monica, Monica"
As you wish
"Oh my God, Monica"

Call me Monica
Monica
Call me Monica
Monica

I want a BMW GINA, the prototype
My vagina is an archetype
Mine is an embryonic sound
A matriarchal sketch
It enters you and hurts you
It projects you into pleasure

In the hotel lobby
"Monica"
On the Frecciarossa
"That is definitely Monica"
In line at McDonald's
Yeah right, "Monica, Monica a selfie"
You won
"Oh my God, how fat she's gotten, Monica"

Call me Monica
Monica
Call me Monica
Monica
Call me Monica

But I can't take it anymore
But this is a scandal
Are you kidding me?
Where are the cameras?
Bring out these damn cameras
No, really, it's not funny anymore guys
Every freaking day, everywhere
They call me

Monica
Call me Monica
Monica
Call me Monica
Monica
Monica
Monica
Monica
Monica

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