.La mia ragazza si crede un fuscello, una piuma
Ma fa paura quant'è dura e forte
Ha una cintura nera con le borchie
E non mi chiede la fede, un castello o la luna
Lei balla tutta notte poi la mattina morde
Si mette i miei boxer e offre
Cene precotte, bibite bollenti, bo.
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