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Luca Prodan
Luca Prodan
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Luca Prodan
Luca Prodan
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Aah Aah Aah Ooh, I love you Six arms or four I hate the sound of that doorbell ring But even though I know it probably won't mean a thing But still I check If I could slip through the siding, they could well come back Where I could jump fourteen feet To the filthy court yards leading to the streets Red lights, red lights, red lights, they'll bring me down, down, down And white cars, white cars, white cars, they let me die And you, sweet blue eyes You make me hide a little frown Ooh, I love you So here I am in a forty foot cell Well it ain't exatcly heaven, but it ain't exactly living hell Well my cell companions come from Naples, smell of body Play cards till two at night Who was insane the place of game that holds the face of anful God of fright Me I'm all right inside, but upside down 'Cause red lights, red lights, red lights, they'll bring me down, down, down And white cars, white cars, white cars, they let you down And you, sweet blue eyes You made me hide a little frown Ooh, I love you Oh, what a joke, what a joke What a situation, what a laugh When the only thing I really miss is my little rubber ducky in her bath I'm eating, sleeping, I'm thinking behind bars I'm kind of safe in a cocoon Where I'll be some where dying was Red lights, red lights, red lights, they'll bring me down, down, down And white cars, white cars, white cars, they let me down And you, sweet blue eyes You made me hide the little frown Ooh, I love you
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