Italian Plastic — текст песни (Crowded House)

I bring you plates from rome

You say they look fantastic

I say were 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 dont feel pathetic



When you wake up with me

Ill be your glass of water

When you stick up for me

Then youre my bella bambina



I say were on a trip

Looks like were on vacation

I say were having fun

In our little constellation



When you wake up with me

Ill be your glass of water

When you stick up for me



Then Ill be your bella bambino, your man from the moon

Ill be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon

Ill be your soul surviver, your worst wicked friend

Ill be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end



When you wake up with me

Ill be your glass of water

When you stick up for me

The youre my bella bambina



Who 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?