I'll steal a frame from you
While you're distracted counting cards
In the cinema you would be Helena Bonham Carter
Sitting in the dark, that cigarette lighting up your face
I bring the music and the wine and let's make a work of art, hey
Black widow in the throes of emotions
With the web of conversations
You live so much in a moment that
We end up forgetting our names
I don't know where you're from, you didn't tell me about it, no
When I asked you, you said, 'The universe'
But if you look at me like that, then I feel weak
In the eyes of the guilty
But you always come back like karma
Strong black makeup, childish look
He hypnotizes you as he speaks
And you touch scars from those cuts made to look inside you
It's the fault of the mirror, the fault of a comment, the fault of a betrayal
It's no one's fault, you lie awake in bed alone for hours
With anxiety and impostor syndrome, your heart freezes
Summer goes away again and takes away the color
You go back to where you came from and you never told me
When I asked you, you said, 'The universe'
But if you look at me like that, then I feel weak
In the eyes of the guilty
But you always come back like karma
Strong black makeup, childish look
He hypnotizes you as he speaks
Dressed like on New Year's Eve, three-six-five a year
We like Bonnie and Clyde, I think they're going to kill us
A flower in the holy field, firm in its cornerstone
She doesn't want a prince but a king, here the boss is Salmo
Years have passed, when from his parents' house
She ran away and I found her naked in Playboy
Hey, boy, she was playing over my shoulders with no panties on
'I'll be a star when I grow up'
He orders Franciacorta, fixes his crooked fringe
He bites when she's hungry, she has the face of a dead cat
On her knees all her life, but now she sits a little
She has the devil inside and she often wants to be possessed
It enchants me to see her dancing naked without a tattoo, dark skin
While smoking she contrasts with the moon
She hates it if you call her baby, she looks at you and then you fall at her feet
Eyes of the Tiger as Kabir Bedi
But if you look at me like that, then I feel weak
In the eyes of the guilty
But you always come back like karma
Strong black makeup, childish look
He hypnotizes you as he speaks