Finimondo

What a mess
For a blonde hair
That was on the vest

It must have flown away
But how strange fate is
Right on me

I'm out and about
I have the end of the world under my (beautiful) dress
Blondie (hey blondie)
What do you want? What are you doing? Who are you making fun of? (Hahaha)

During the day, the tour of the seven churches
At night, then until seven at the club
The bad circle but from the beautiful country
Greg hasn't slept for two days now

My blonde is unmistakable
Strong strong strong like Carrà
This is not a party, this is a crime
A bit trap, a bit techno, a bit cyberpunk

I don't know what this music does here
Tell me what this music does between
I don't know what this music does here
What does it do?

What a mess
For a blonde hair
That was on the vest

It must have flown away
But how strange fate is
Right on me

What a mess
For a blonde hair
That was on the vest

It must have flown away
But how strange fate is
Right on me

I'm on fire (can't you see, love)
What are you touching? Do you know how much it costs? A fortune (a million)

Airbags activate because you hit me
I drink crooked drinks with strong powers
The night is hot like Gerry Scotti
Breakfast at the afterparty with cookies

I don't know what this music does here
Tell me what this music does between
I don't know what this music does here
How does it do?

What a mess
For a blonde hair
That was on the vest

It must have flown away
But how strange fate is
Right on me

What a mess
For a blonde hair
That was on the vest

It must have flown away
But how strange fate is
Right on me

After an afterparty on the Riviera
Rough sea until evening
Real topless of that kind
If you were here with me too

(For a blonde hair
That was on the vest)

If you were here with me too

(What a mess
For a blonde hair
That was on the vest)

If you were here with me too