I stood quiet
Pretending to sleep
She comes up
Pretending to dream And then I have to hand
Softly, softly
I'm not moving, I stand
I let go I know very well, but I want to see where you want to get
approaches a little 'I
touches with his lips or do not know what
I do not know what At this point I do
I wake
Maybe I should jump on roofs lean against as if I were an animal
And I should be very manly
And maybe go for more than two hours (Troppo!!)
course, she insists
I really want to do is maybe
feminist and does not want violence to be sure, but want to manage
So how do I do
Where the kiss, as I touch
But, but, however, that strange
How sweet it is his way of touching
looks like a girl that no longer knows how to do
To make me understand that I must not sleep
wants to make love (So do I, I)
I would also like, if God would, God if I let go
I touch her, kiss her
As I am naturally
But perhaps it is best left alone, I can not risk
Maybe I'd better back to sleep
Vasco Rossi (We're not Americans - 1979 )
