Pensavo Fosse Amore e Invece

Fedez

I Thought It Was Love But Instead

The first time I saw you in that club
You were in an evening dress so beautiful
That from afar you didn't seem real
You in high heels and me in Jordans with a New Era
I always have my eyes on you but hidden by the visor
I play the sustained
And hint a shy greeting with a cigarette in my mouth
Because it makes me look experienced

I ask you what time it is and as you look at the dial
I notice a worrying halo under my armpits
And as I think I need to buy a new deodorant
You hand me a price list fresh from the printer
I'm not very experienced but in just one moment
I understood it wasn't the restaurant menu

You told me you loved me but it was just an excuse
I want to kiss you on the mouth but now I can't
I don't have change... do you have the rest?!
I thought it was love but instead you were an escort
I don't have to worry anymore about how I dress
Come on, give me a discount, I'll be quick
You've been with Paolo, Giorgio, Franco, and Francesco
I thought it was love but instead you were an escort

There are strange stains on your bed
It almost looks like someone spilled sorbet
Your place is not a living room but a waiting room
I thought it was love but instead you were an escort
Here's a girl who started as an image
As beautiful as she is fragile, it's the difficult story of an easy girl
My friends told me but I'm too naive

Oh, did you come with an escort? No, a Panda station wagon
I don't know if you reject me for my fake Gucci
Or because my bank account doesn't catch your eye
You have a friend with you who models in Spain
But to me, she looks more like a balaclava wearer
And since I look at the world from this other perspective
Even the bar downstairs is not the same as before
I think the bartender rounds up with tips!
Since someone came in and said can I have a chinotto, please?!

(Let's call things by their name)
You're not models, you know your name
And no, you don't work on TV, I wasn't born yesterday, you can't fool the pimp
You've seen more balls than Wimbledon, I caught you, you're on rosarossa.com
I dismissed you, I won't go back
After I sprayed you like a liquidator
Baby, I won't pay you, I won't give a shit, you wanted a magical love

I come and disappear like a magician and you want to make a video
Well, give me a good audition, the more I look at your type, the more I think poor thing
With that car and all those shoes
You don't need a genius to understand that baby, you do brands
You talk the talk, purple paper, give it to the wind
Keep going like this and you'll end up in parliament!