I bring you plates from Rome
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You say they look fantastic
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I say we're having fun
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Nothing like that Italian Plastic
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I bring you rocks and flowers
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You say they look pathetic
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You pick me up at night
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I don't feel pathetic
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When you wake up with me
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I'll be your glass of water (uh huh)
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When you stick up for me
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They you're my Bella Bambina (uh huh)
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I say we're on a trip
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Looks like we're on vacation
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I say we're having fun
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In our little constellation
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Then I'll be your Balle Bambino, your man from the moon
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I'll be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon
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I'll be your soul survivor, you worst wicked friend
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I'll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end (Oh)
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Italian Plastic
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Crowded House |