Disperato Erotico Stomp

They saw you drinking from a fountain, but it wasn't me
They saw you undressed in the morning, naughty little thing
While with me you wouldn't even undress at night
And there were blows, God, what blows
They saw you lift your skirt, your skirt up to your hair. How dark!
Then you told me, 'Poor thing, take your sex to the toilet'
You left with your friend, the tall one, big pussy
Both doing something important, unique and great
I'm always at home, go out little, just think and stay in my underwear

I think of disappointments, great achievements, a Thai girl
But the exceptional achievement, believe me, is to be normal
So, normally, I went out after a week
It wasn't so cold, and normally I met a whore

Apart from the dress, the hair, the fur and the boot
She also had some serious problems, and didn't think badly
I don't know if you know an optimistic and leftist whore
We didn't do anything, but I was left alone, alone like an idiot

Walking a little more, I met someone who was lost
I told him that in the center of Bologna not even a child gets lost
He looks at me with a slightly bewildered face and says 'I'm from Berlin'
Berlin, I've been there with Bonetti, it was a bit sad and very big
But I'm fed up, I'll go home and put on my underwear

Before going up the stairs, I stopped to look at a star
I'm very worried, the silence was making my chapel swell
I climbed my stairs three at a time, lay down on the couch
I closed my eyes a little, and gently my hand started moving