Mi piacerebbe, ma la panzetta non permette.
Salace.
Mi piacerebbe, ma la panzetta non permette.
Salace.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
(Anche tu finto panzettaro con tre kg di troppo?!)
Silicato.
Ebbene si, mi fingo un finto panzettaro per non affrontare l'insopportabile status di grassoccio.
Alluminica. (poi mi dici perche' io sarei una PIETRACCIA comune)
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
[SIZE=1](Se sei grassoccio, posso stimarti, ma da finto panzettaro non posso considerarti del cl
(A tutto tondo, letteralmente.)
[Caspita, le quadre, non ci avevo mai penZato. Cmq si, permaloso come un campo minato, mi dicono.]
Originale.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
[SIZE=1](Lo dici solo per entrare nel cl
Nella mia casa sono bandite le bilance e i metri. Per le gare da maschi basta il righello.
Snobista.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
Ho capito, non vuoi rogne, ma solo tobleroni
Riavvolto.
E cotolette. Ho un menu' variegatissimo, io.
Armonica.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
[SIZE=1]Sar
Per certe cose e' inutile fare i difficili.
(non ho mica detto (fis)armonica)
Raccolta.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
Il signor Di Bocca Buona, ecco chi sei! Il vicino di quelli dello spot del colluttorio verde!
(Vero l'armonica
(assediato!? da chi?)
Stratega.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
(Dagli impegni!)
Allarmato.
(Ah. Si. Dagli impegni. Falso allarme.)
Terrorista.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
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