Mollami - Articolo 31

Mollami, mollami, m’hai rotto il feeling, c'èche c'èche c'èche m’hai rotto il

feeling … … Ti credevo una bella tipella, tranquilla, ma poi mi sono accorto

che sei una COLLA, sei una cella e i tuoi tipi sono ostaggi incatenati da

baci, abbracci, torturati da decine di messaggi in segreteria, stare insieme

a te éstata una parodia di un romanzo rosa Harmony, ma io non sono il tipo

MOLLAMI, staccati da qua, tu e le tue finte qualità, messe in bella vista: sei

altruista, AMBIENTALISTA, all’universitàfrequenti solo figli di papà,

miliardari, di sinistra, e, con grinta, fai la tipa alternativa, convinta,

ma come i

soldi del Monopoli SEI FINTA e sai che c'é?

c'éche non c'épiùniente da

fare, e c'éche m’hai rotto il feeling, e c'éche mi devi mollare MOLLAMI

MOLLAMI m’hai rotto il feeling … … …

Come una manetta, provavo a liberarmi e diventavi stretta, avevi il gusto di

una pasta asciutta fredda, a di una Coca-cola calda SGASATA e ti eri

improvvisata chioccia «molla la boccia, taglia la barba FATTI UNA DOCCIA»

ma io non sono Fido e non mi metto a cuccia, e non voglio il guinzaglio

stretto al collo scollati che émeglio miss FRANCOBOLLO, piccola

mantenuta, sui soldi non fai una piega CHI SE NE FREGA tanto il papi

paga: paga la benza, paga la scuola, paga l’appartamento, per la bambina il

papino da fondo allo stipendio, e fingevi allegria se ti portavo in birreria

vicino ai bordi di periferia, ma tu sei tipa da biblioteche e bowling c’ho

provato ad accontentarti ma mi sono ucciso il feeling … … …

Sai che c'é?

c'éche m’hai rotto le suddette E IL SUDDETTO me l’hai fatto a

fette, perchènon sono che uno scherzo della natura, come dici tu cara ex

PANINARA, impara ad essere te stessa, scendi da sto' treno che non

ripassa e un’altra vesta indossa, camaleonte diventi tutto FACILMENTE ma

in realtànon sei niente e dunque mollami mollami …

Let me go, let me go, you broke my feeling, there is what you broke my

feeling ... ... I thought you were a beautiful girl, quiet, but then I realized

you're a GLUE, you're a cell and your guys are chained hostages by

kisses, hugs, tortured by dozens of messages on the answering machine, being together

to you it was a parody of a romance novel Harmony, but I'm not the type

MOLL ME, break away from here, you and your fake qualities, put in plain sight: you are

altruistic, ENVIRONMENTAL, at university only frequent children of fathers,

billionaires, leftist, and, with determination, you play the alternative girl, convinced,

but like i

Monopoly money ARE YOU FAKE and you know what it is?

c'éche c'épiùniente from

do, and there is what you broke my feeling, and there is what you have to give me up

MOLLAMI you broke my feeling ... ... ...

Like a handcuff, I tried to free myself and you became tight, you had the taste of

a cold dry pasta, a SGASATA hot Coke and you were you

improvised hen "drop the ball, cut your beard GET A SHOWER"

but I'm not Fido and I'm not going to bed, and I don't want a leash

tight at the neck low-cut that is better miss STAMP, baby

maintained, on the money you do not make a turn WHO CARES so much the pope

pay: pay for fuel, pay for school, pay for the apartment, for the child

daddy from the bottom of the salary, and you pretended to be happy if I took you to the brewery

near the outskirts of the suburbs, but you are a library and bowling girl

I tried to please you but I killed the feeling ... ... ...

Do you know what it is?

what you broke the aforementioned AND THE ABOVE MENTION you did it to me a

slices, because they are just a freak of nature, as you say dear ex

PANINARA, learn to be yourself, get off this train that doesn't

go over and wear another dress, chameleon you become all EASILY but

in reality you are nothing and so let go, let me go ...