Italian Plastic

I bring you plates from Rome

You said, "They look fantastic"

I say we're having fun

Nothing like that Italian plastic

I bring you rocks and flowers

You say they look pathetic

You pick me up at night

I don't feel pathetic

When you wake up with me

I'll be your glass of water, uh-huh

When you stick up for me

Then you're my bella bambina, uh-huh

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

I say we're on a trip

Look's like we're on vacation

I say we're having fun

In our little constellation

When you wake up with me

I'll be your glass of water, uh-huh

When you stick up for me

Then I'll be your bella bambino, your man from the moon

I'll be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon

I'll be your soul surviver, your worst wicked friend

I'll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end

Oh-oh

When you wake up with me

I'll be your glass of water, uh-huh

When you stick up for me

Then you're my bella bambina, uh-huh

Who you gonna take to the ball tonight?

Who you gonna take to the dance tonight?

Who you gonna take to the ball tonight?

Who you gonna take to the dance tonight?

Tonight, tonight