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Cicciolina

It's useless to teach me to sit with my legs crossed
I was born as a sinner, sorry if it bothers you
When you want something, you've got to stay it out loud
You can pass the line if you wear shining white
 
I don't need love
I need proper touching
Take a tight hold of me
 
When some beautiful day I shall come to you
Not even wearing a nun gown will save me
Nor the whole Argentina crying after me
If you've lived like Cicciolina
 
I put a flower crown on my head on behalf of pleasure
And if I order, you'll kneel before me
You can see the world as such a beautiful place
If you've lived like Cicciolina
 
I caress my teddy bear, I'm full of love
Yeah, I'm turned on by attention, I don't need to hide it
Being free and lewd is beautiful
Too many people here are strangers even to themselves
 
I don't need rings
Not baby pink dreams
Take a tight hold of me
 
When some beautiful day I shall come to you
Not even wearing a nun gown will save me
Nor the whole Argentina crying after me
If you've lived like Cicciolina
 
I put a flower crown on my head on behalf of pleasure
And if I order, you'll kneel before me
You can see the world as such a beautiful place
If you've lived like Cicciolina
 
When there's currency under the shirt
I'll always have the upper hand in a situation
Glares and commenters are horrified: 'No, not like that!'
If I were a man, I'd be an envied playboy
 
When some beautiful day I shall come to you
Not even wearing a nun gown will save me
Nor the whole Argentina crying after me
If you've lived like Cicciolina
 
I put a flower crown on my head on behalf of pleasure
And if I order, you'll kneel before me
You can see the world as such a beautiful place
If you've lived like Cicciolina
 
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Only One Path/The Only Way

Why is the blue so dark today and why is the sun beating on my back?
 
Why do tears cover my cheeks and why is everything so dry around me?
 
Why is a bird singing somewhere and there is no one to see and hear?
 
Why does the stream flow so far away leaving wilderness behind it?
 
Because there isn’t only one path in the world
 
Because there are no principles in the world
 
Because we are running towards tomorrow
 
And we do not have solutions
 
Why is the dog on its four legs and why does no one understand it’s language?
 
Why is an owl only awake at night and why does no one know it’s path?
 
Why does a man build his own house and not the house of his friends?
 
Why am I myself, myself, myself and you are on your own from now on?
 
Because there isn’t only one path in the world
 
Because there are no principles in the world
 
Because we are running towards tomorrow
 
And we do not have solutions
 
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I Don’t Pay Rent

[Intro: Bello Figo & The GynoZz]
Hey, hey
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
We don’t pay rent
F**k it, we’re nig**s
 
[Hook: Bello Figo Gu]
(Yeeh) I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent (Yeeh)
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
 
[Bridge 1: The GynoZz]
All my friends came here on a boat
Swag boat, as soon as we arrived in Italy we got:
house, cars, hotties
 
[Hook 2: Bello Figo]
(Yeeh) I’m not a workman
I’m not a workman
I’m not a workman
I’m not a workman (Yeeh)
I’m not a workman
I’m not a workman
I’m not a workman
I’m not a workman
 
[Bridge 2: The GynoZz & Bello Figo]
I don’t get my hands dirty because I’m already black
I’m a refugee (not good, not good)
Refugee!
 
[Verse 2: Bello Figo]
It was Mattarella who told us we could come to Italy
So I brought all of my friends,
my friends with the boat-o
Even Matte, Matteo Renzi-o
He said that this is our home-o
so all of my friends we all vote for PD-oh, PD-o
Come on, let’s vote!
We want white pussies,
we want to f**k their mouths
Then we want Wi-Fi, Wi-Fi
And also a salary
I sleep in a four-star hotel
Because I’m handsome, rich, famous, black
 
[Hook: Bello Figo] x2
(Yeeh) I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent (Yeeh)
I don’y pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
I don’t pay rent
 
[Verse 3: Bello Figo]
In my country there’s war
So I escaped to, to Italy
But at 7 in the morning-o
They never give us lasagna-o
They always bring us milk-o, milk, with ce, with cereal-o
Buy I, I, I don’t like it
Because I prefer pasta with tuna, tuna
Come on, let’s fish!
Then I need a white pussy
because in the morning
I always wake up with my dick hard (hard) hard (hard)
Come on, let’s jack off!
I always do my dance
It’s called “the fishing of the wank, of the swagga, of the “conce, conce”, I’m too cool I mean
So many white pussies will be f**ked
She sits on my face like she sits on the chair
Open your mouth so I leave a little rain for you
White pussy, do you like my necklace?
White boy, you’re not swagga at all
Stop complaining and join me
Let’s go to the station and steal some bikes
 
[Outro: The GynoZz & Bello Figo]
I don’t get my hand dirty, not good
Because I’m already black, not good
I’m a refugee, no good, no good
Refugee! Not good
Refugee! Not good
Refugee! Not good, not good, not good
 

Thinking of fucking

The thieves are back!
The thieves are back!!
The Party Band with El Bananero, man!
 
Everybody is thinking of fucking
And who doesn't fuck will fuck himself
Everybody is thinking of fucking
And who doesn't fuck will fuck himself
 
Let's all take off the mask
Show the cock, show the tits
Don't think they made you talking
You mom and your dad made you fucking
Have sex motherfuckers!
 
To shower twice, to pur perfume
To shave the crotch, to change the tampon
To pay dinner and dessert, to go to the movies
We live forming and thinking of fucking
How it goes?
 
You bore smelly feet and pussies
Heary armpits and asses too
Smells of fart, and cheese
You bore all that thinking of fucking
You know!
 
You came to the club
Thinking of fucking
You paid a drink
Thinking of fucking
You showed cleavage
Thinking of fucking
You got drunk
Thinking of fucking
You became musician
Thinking of fucking
You get pretty
Thinking of fucking
I have a wank
Thinking of fucking
We did this song
 
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But Come On!

But come on, let's have fun.
There, come on, let's not think about it.
But come on, joy!
Then what will be will be!
 
But come on, morality, come on!
There is nothing in the world that
that can make you cry.
Enough—do not think about it anymore.
 
Forget the past—I was also in love
and my heart broken like yours.
Now I have changed and I live well because to love, it is useless
to cry and to suffer.
 
But come on, let's have fun.
There, come on, let's not think about it.
But come on, joy!
Then what will be will be!
 
Forget the past—I was also in love
and my heart broken like yours.
Now I have changed and I live well because to love, it is useless
to cry and to suffer.
 
But come on, morality, come on!
There is nothing in the world that
that can make you cry.
Enough—do not think about it anymore.
 
But come on, let's have fun.
There, come on, let's not think about it.
But come on, joy!
Then what will be will be!
 
But come on, let's have fun.
There, come on, let's not think about it.
But come on, joy!
Then what will be will be! ...