Leaving a red streak of paint
Breaks a sweat upon the sailors
To them she is a saint
Tattoo on the muscle
That says
In love forever I
Shell take them and shell break them
Oh come hold me till I die.
Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
Theres a ladder in her nylons
Where we can climb up to the stars
Join a queue of borsalinos
As you bend over the bar
Tattoo on her muscle says
Beware, behave, be mine
Shell eat them up for breakfast
One at a time
Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
Well come on if you need loving
Pirondelllo don't be shy
It just takes a little money
And well get there by and by
For I've got a little more
Than any other girl
You pay a little extra
For a trip around the world
And if the world is not enough
Then Ill take you to the sky
Put you in an armhold
Blacken both your eyes
For youll find no other woman
That will love you like I do
Ill just open up the oven door
And leave the cooking up to you
Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
And she took me to her room
That had never seen the light
Those sheets had seen a legion
And she beat me up all night
And over morning coffee
She shook her black hair from its mess
Her lips a gash of lipstick
And she sucks a cigarette
Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma
I could be yours
You could be mine
You could be mine
A stiletto scrapes the pavement Leaving a red streak of paint Breaks a sweat upon the sailors To them she is a saint Tattoo on the muscle That says In love forever I Shell take them and shell break them Oh come hold me till I die. Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma Theres a ladder in her nylons Where we can climb up to the stars Join a queue of borsalinos As you bend over the bar Tattoo on her muscle says Beware, behave, be mine Shell eat them up for breakfast One at a time Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma Well come on if you need loving Pirondelllo don't be shy It just takes a little money And well get there by and by For I've got a little more Than any other girl You pay a little extra For a trip around the world And if the world is not enough Then Ill take you to the sky Put you in an armhold Blacken both your eyes For youll find no other woman That will love you like I do Ill just open up the oven door And leave the cooking up to you Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma And she took me to her room That had never seen the light Those sheets had seen a legion And she beat me up all night And over morning coffee She shook her black hair from its mess Her lips a gash of lipstick And she sucks a cigarette Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma I could be yours You could be mine You could be mine Explain Request ×
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