DOPO LE 4

Diego

I felt strange once
I liked you too much and didn't fuck you the first time
When you finished, you had the red IQOS
Me from Genoa with dirty Air Force
When they ask me what the story has become
I sing the Gradinata songs to their face
Beautiful black, blonde, Asian, Slavic
But the favorite palette is the Mediterranean, hey
I have the faces to answer you again
To keep you I should be an executioner
I hate red lipstick because it sticks to me
We don't make it to the bed, we do it in the living room

I spit in your face just to spice up the sex
I call you a whore just because you asked me
I drool your makeup, which you're better off without
You only like it when I get violent
We only understand each other at night
Don't scream or they'll arrest me
After four, I love you
After ten, I forget

After ten, I forget who we are (uoh)
I wake up in a hotel with a blonde from Milan (okay)
I don't want a model, I want a street girl (nah)
Fuck you, your heels, and your Prada bags (away)
And I would do anything just to have her (sosa)
You would stay with me even against a storm (against a storm)
And I know you would send letters if I go to jail (if I go to jail)
You make me nervous because you're too beautiful (you're too beautiful)
I like women, thin, round (uoh)
Those from the Middle East, brunettes, blondes (yes)
Those well-dressed, good but dirty (okay)
Faithful but also a slut who beats me up

I spit in your face just to spice up the sex
I call you a whore just because you asked me
I drool your makeup, which you're better off without
You only like it when I get violent
We only understand each other at night
Don't scream or they'll arrest me
After four, I love you
After ten, I forget

I want her dark, blonde, red, whether she's good or naughty and cultured
But I go crazy when she's a bitch
I walk downtown, I find Eastern European babes
Models so tall, to fuck them I gain altitude
I go out for Lebanese eyes
Mulattoes, white milk, chocolate, Chinese
The crazy ones, a bit high with the father who doesn't call
The good ones, graduates, NABA stylists
And she goes to Cattolica, but she doesn't seem saintly
Equilateral triangle with Jessica and Alessandra
Gymnasts with complex positions
Waitresses, controversial orders with perverse temptations

I spit in your face just to spice up the sex
I call you a whore just because you asked me
I drool your makeup, which you're better off without
You only like it when I get violent
We only understand each other at night
Don't scream or they'll arrest me
After four, I love you
After ten, I forget