Una Donna Che Conta

His name was Miguel
And he drove a Mustang
I gave him my heart
He offered me a pasta

And then there was Donald
I met him at a party
He only thought about his money
And I lost my mind

Yes, I'm not a saint
But it was a different time, it was the eighties
When time was short
But the fun was plenty
Life is tough for a woman who counts

A woman who one, two, a woman who counts
A blonde who three, four, a blonde who abounds
A woman who one, two, a woman who counts
A blonde who three, four, a blonde who abounds

Who was next? Fabrizio?
Oh no, Antonio?
No, sorry, I lost count for a moment, stop it

And then there was Antonio
A guy with curls
He always had a line
If I threw a tantrum

His name was Lele
He said, you'll be a star
1995
I win the Festivalbar

Yes, I'm not a saint
But it was a different time, the nineties
I poured a lot of vodka into my heart
Life is tough for a woman who counts
A woman who one, two, a woman who counts

A blonde who three, four, a blonde who abounds
A woman who one, two, a woman who counts
A blonde who three, four, a blonde who abounds

In the 2000s, I say, that's the right one
His name was Wojtyla
He had the body of Christ

And then there was Lorenzo
A musician
We never slept together
He danced me on the dance floor

Then came Belen
She wanted to be successful
'It's just you and me,' she says
And also a casting director

There was a Stefano
He was a designer
But his friend Domenico
Was a bit too much in the middle of things

Yes, I'm not a saint
But a woman who counts
A blonde who abounds
A woman who one, two, a woman who counts
A blonde who three, four, a blonde who abounds

A woman who one, two
One, two
One, two
One, two

A blonde who three, four
Three, four
Three, four
Three, four

A special greeting
To all those to whom I gave my heart
And even a little more

Miguel, Donald, Silvio
Amanda, Antonio, Lele
Donatella, I see you
Ezio, Enzino
Karol, Lorenzo
Belen, Stefano

Even you, Miuccia, I know you're listening to me
Maddalena Elisabetta, come on, we'll see each other again sooner or later, guys
Brundo, Emilio, Magda, Roberto
You still owe me 40 euros, brother, when are we meeting?

Well, I can't help it
Despite myself
The infinite torments me
Okay, bye, go