La Casa de a
Marilina Bertoldi
The House of A
You will give me turns in my bed eh
To talk, to talk about what to do
Maybe it will hurt you tomorrow that
You will not come back, you will not see me again
Nothing else compares to us
You will not forget, you will not forget what it was
That will make you hurt in the mornings when I'm not there
Once here turning, turning
Once here turning, turning
Give me everything, give me nothing eh
You will not come back, you will not see me again
Maybe it hurts you that I was in
The house of A, someone else's house
And I just leave you tied to what
I knew how to do very well
But I know that no one here will escape from me
Once here turning, turning
Once here turning, turning
(Once turning, turn. Turning, turning)
(Once turning, turn. Turning, turning)
