Crowded House

Crowded House Italian Plastic Lyrics

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Italian Plastic Songtext

I bring you plates from Rome
You say 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
When you stick up for me
Then you're my Bella Bambina

Chorus repeat

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 survivor
your worst wicked friend,
I'll be your piggy in the middle
Stick with you till the end

Chorus repeat
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