Crowded House - Italian Plastic Lyrics
I bring you plates from romeYou say they look fantasticI say were having funNothing like that italian plasticI bring you rocks and flowersYou say they look patheticYou pick me up at nightI dont feel patheticWhen you wake up with meIll be your glass of waterWhen you stick up for meThen youre my bella bambinaI say were on a tripLooks like were on vacationI say were having funIn our little constellationWhen you wake up with meIll be your glass of waterWhen you stick up for meThen Ill be your bella bambino, your man from the moonIll be your little boy running with that egg on his spoonIll be your soul surviver, your worst wicked friendIll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the endWhen you wake up with meIll be your glass of waterWhen you stick up for meThe youre my bella bambinaWho ya gonna take to the ball tonight?Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight?Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight?Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight, tonight?
