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La Rosa Bianca

sincero Che mi da la sua mano franca Per chi mi vuol male e mi stanca Questo cuore con cui vivo Cardi ne ortiche coltivo Coltivo una rosa bianca Cultivo la rosa

Che mi da la sua mano franca Per chi mi vuol male e mi stanca Questo cuore con cui vivo Cardi ne ortiche coltivo Coltivo una rosa bianca Cultivo la rosa

Get your ass back to bed, she said I'm not done with you! Ready for the second round? Get your ass back to bed, she said we're just killing time I'll

I pulled into the regular pump I was feelin' quite at ease I rolled down my window and told the man "Fifty cents worth, please" Then out jumped my partner

He went to Paris looking for answers To questions that bothered him so He was impressive, young and aggressive Saving the world on his own. But the warm

Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars The ladies would pay and pay Then one

The days drift by They don't have names And none of the streets here look the dame And there are so many quiet places And smilin' eyes match the smilin

Lookin' back at my hard luck days I really do have to laugh Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars Spendin' it all on draft We were hungry hard luck

Walkin' down new streets the music is loud Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore 'Cause they don't dance