Damn (Shlet)
Ahah, Rosa (Bdope, call two -)
Damn brother, but we are Italy even today (pa-pa-pa)
We're saving it (ah)
(Go Bdope) Let me hear how Italian you are

Tell me how to stay faithful
Sex boy but I don't speak American (bu-bu)
For your people, I'm the typical Italian (oplà)
Uh, ah, you know it's not the right thing
Until the neighbor knocks on us
Until she hears the screams, uh, ah

But (ah) love songs
Are better out of tune
I sing them to you like this (like this)
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch (ah)
In the spicy moment (hot)
Your lover messages you (lover)
But it's okay like this

You like that I'm perverse and you don't judge me
If I'll put on lipstick in the office on Monday
From two we go to three (to three)
The more we are, the better it is
They tell us no (whatever)
And now let us do
The sex (made in Italy)
The love (made in Italy)
The dream (made in Italy)
The story (made in Italy)

I'm a good Christian (ah)
But I'm not Christian (bleah)
You want to be American (okay)
I want to die as an Italian (bu-bu)
I want a life like Vasco's (a flower)
Shake hands with Celentano (Azzurro)
I want you naked with a white sock
The Vitruvian man, I am your Leonardo
And to ma, ma-ma-ra-ma
Yes, I like pa-pa-pa-ra-pa
You don't like me, you, you
Another one likes it and it's okay
There's room in my bed

But (ah) love songs
Are better out of tune
I sing them to you like this (like this)
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch (ah)
In the spicy moment (hot)
Your lover messages you (lover)
But it's okay like this

You like that I'm perverse and you don't judge me
If I'll put on lipstick in the office on Monday
From two we go to three (to three)
The more we are, the better it is
They tell us no (whatever)
And now let us do
The sex (made in Italy)
The love (made in Italy)
The dream (made in Italy)
The story (made in Italy)

Ba-ba-ba-ba-di-bu-bum
Ba-ba-ba-ba-di-bu-bum
Ba-da-ba-da-bi-da-ba-ba, ba-di-bu-bum
Ba-ba-ba-ba-di-bu-bum
Hey, sexy lady (ah)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-di-bu-bum
Ba-da-ba-da-bi-da-ba-ba, ba-di-bu-bum, ahah

You like that I'm perverse and you don't judge me
If I'll put on lipstick in the office on Monday
From two we go to three (to three)
The more we are, the better it is
They tell us no (whatever)
And now let us do
The sex (made in Italy)
The love (made in Italy)
The dream (made in Italy)
The story (made in Italy)
The party (made in Italy)
The desire (made in Italy)
The feet (made in Italy)
Italy (made in Italy)

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