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Bambina

Lobão; Os Ronaldos
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🇬🇧 English · Original

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She was born in the end of a concerto Bambina, ritorna alla casa Papa said eat soiled beans And put on your hard done jeans He'd shoot me up to go to school Then give me pills to keep me cool Bambina, ritorna alla casa I ate the plate, I fell out of shape I guess I needed something to get straight The casual capsule was the only escape The papa thought it was disgusting to take Bambina, ritorna alla casa There's a chalk, red and green But the neighbours think they see the cream I ran away on a foggy day Made a T filming just like me Bambina, ritorna alla casa He took me up to the Martian Meadows But now my yellow new clothes hang gross Happy with my hollowing bone My youngest baby grown, papa sits on a TV phone Bambina, ritorna alla casa Bambina, guarda la macchina Nuclear bombs, high technology Radioactivity oh Bambina, guarda la macchina Nuclear bombs, high technology Radioactivity oh Bambina, guarda la macchina Nuclear bombs, high technology Radioactivity oh Bambina, guarda la macchina Nuclear bombs, high technology