This moon looks like a lemon zest,
and how blue is this cardboard sky.
The sea rinses my balls Mariù,
with a tiny kiss the "goldfinch" wakes up
and it would like to sing: daddy's darling.
Time is running away,
and you don't want to fuck,
but when of this love only the stump will remain,
then you'll find out the difference between
a bite and a blowjob.
At least try to understand,
that everybody has to get by,
you're like the cappuccino for this babà's cap
you're the plume of the vesuvio, you're a "foodbath's mussel"
and what about I stick it in your butt?
But the time is running away,
tomorrow no one knows,
whether my rod will be hard,
whether your boob will be saggy no one knows.
Life is a variety show
and the dick is like the king
and I, that I am a boy,
I give you this rod under this moon
bitch like you.
This night we did five in the morning,
and whom I give the kind of banana?
It's useless that you tell me no,
do you believe that I am opening my pants to rape you,
I just got to pee.
The time is running away, and you will regret it,
you have a Ferrari in between your legs and you don't use it,
I love you nonetheless, but excuse me if I insist,
what about I stick it in your butt?
But time is running away,
tomorrow no one knows,
whether my rod will be hard,
whether your boob will be saggy no one knows.
Life is a variety show
and the dick is like the king
and I, that I am a boy,
I give you this rod under this moon
bitch like you.
But time is running away,
tomorrow no one knows,
whether my rod will be hard,
whether your boob will be saggy no one knows.
Life is a variety show
and the dick is like the king
and I, that I am a boy,
I give this rod only to you
life is a variety show...