It's a familiar feeling, I find you all alone in a dark street corner of Milan

It's the brown eyes and the leather jacket

Capricorn sun and a clean cut, you say

"Mi piace sapere che per te io sono fuoco

Tu sei un tipo diverso, ho cercato tutta la vita per te

Ho bisogno di trovare quello che ti ha trasformato

Vorrei vedere cosa hai nel tuo..."

It's the delicate hands of a young woman that make me weak

She is shorter than me, lip is pierced

Imagine all of her body nude with no bruise

Then let the Prince loose

It's early in the morning and we're the only dirt on the islands

It's a funny feeling that rushes between my legs

As I see it more, it begins to disperse

It's all false yet again

I'm tired of the fantasy, give me the real thing

Give me a body I can master

Know where I should press

I get a couple of looks, sure

A few trivial interactions

But if it doesn't take me there I don't want it, I don't need it

I simply need a body that I can bend backwards

A girl that cries when I exit her space

A lover that needs my face in their thighs

A spine that I can see as I lie that I hate

I lie that I hate

I don't want three more years of torment

I want a summer of spit and sweat with no towels

Gaping mouths, curtains wide open

Let the sunlight reflect off Como on us

As you laugh to me and we're tethered via link

How disgusting

I want a lover without scorn

A physical response like a broken jaw

I wanna cry when the violence has made me prone

A body that wants me close on its own