Lasciati le sneakers [English translation]

Call me "baby", but I'm all grown up.

Self name, accomplished, stubborn, without uttering a word

I leave you all speechless, Medusa,

For every artist needs his muse,

every egomaniac needs his reflection,

the sparkles inside the Cristal,

someone I can set my heart on

I don't need a butler,

I prefer a gentleman

Who put some pride on his job

And knows out to get on all right by himself,

Who can put out the fire under the sheets

And is strong and quiet.

All I have to say, you can read it between the lines.

It takes more then a Cartier,

More than a bouquet,

More than your table in the VIP room.

Do you want to impress me? That's not easy at all!

It's just you and everything else

You showed me your respect

You took the chalk and draw a X

Above my heart, it's tic-tac-toe

In a world full of chats you remain silent,

[a world] where all affections are short-lived and everybody is good at making an impression

I try and imagine how your kisses are.

You're right, you're here, you've got the style

You came so far, welcome to my club.

Let me see what a nice view!

You can come close but keep your sneakers on,

try the glove, take you time,

sit on my bed and keep your sneakers on.

We're lost, baby

(over the top)

Stick your kisses on me

(like a thousand stickers)

To a body who speaks to you, so

(light my stickers up)

and keep your sneakers on.

Who's judging you? I won't be discrete

play some music, Maestro!

I want to talk about you, I'm going to make another coffee

Are you ready for dessert? I mean myself

The world is so cold, let's find a shelter

I'll pour some sugar if you have some bad taste in your mouth.

The private show has started, you don't have to rush, keep it slow.

You're illegal, I'll be the lookout, the seventh heaven from my couch.

I'll help you if you start your strip, I'm talking about you, who did you think I was talking about?

I can teach you some trick, but that's all!

I bring the chic in the street,

the strip in the suite,

kiss kiss and you're on the blink

a X on a bitch and

after that, that's it, you!

Every single bend, brace yourself, rollercoaster

I'm the landscape, you're the compass, country poems

like Trilussa.

You're right, you're here, you've got the style

You came so far, welcome to my club.

Let me see what a nice view!

You can come close but keep your sneakers on,

try the glove, take you time,

sit on my bed and keep your sneakers on.

We're lost, baby

(over the top)

Stick your kisses on me

(like a thousand stickers)

To a body who speaks to you, so

(light my stickers up)

and keep your sneakers on.

We're lost, baby.