Quella Vispa Di Teresa - Pia

Io che torno a casa

Do' un calcio al passato

E' stato quel che e' stato

E' stato quel che e' stato

Io che torno a casa

Do' un calcio alla porta

E lei che sta urlando

A lei non importa

Che c’e' di male

Sono sconvolta

E' l’ultimo wisky

Che sale… che sale

E' che mi piace

Quando ne hai voglia

Mi appoggio alla porta

Ti sento gridare

Stringimi… toccami…

Leccami… mordimi…

Prendimi… stendimi…

Legami… mordimi…

Cosasto sentendo dal quarto piano

Il solito rumore

Il solito baccano

Non sono curiosa

Non sono gelosa

Ma sono soltanto

Soltanto un po' invidiosa Ma

Si sa

E' Teresa quella la'

Dopotutto vive sola

E strilla a squarciagola

Ah.ah ah

Si sa

Tutto il quartiere ormai lo sa

Quella vispa di Teresa

Non canta solo in chiesa

E sua madre poveretta

Se la vedi e' distrutta La mattina la sento

Mentre scende le scale

Sempre di corsa

E lui che l’assale

La notte al ritorno

Con o senza la luna

Lui la riprende

Perche' porta fortuna

Stringimi… toccami…

Leccami… mordimi…

Prendimi… stendimi…

Legami… mordimi…

Ma attenzione

Che maledizione

La gente si lamenta

Perche' sente il suo odore

Attenzione

E' una perversione

Ma tutti la invidiano

Non fanno l’amore Ma

Si sa

E' Teresa quella la'

Dopotutto vive sola

E strilla a squarciagola

Ah… ah…ah

Si sa tutto il quartiere ormai lo sa

Quella vispa di Teresa

Non canta solo in chiesa

E sua madre poveretta

Se la vedi e' distrutta Cosa sto sentendo dal quarto piano

Il solito rumore

Il solito baccano

Non sono curiosa

Non sono gelosa

Ma sono soltanto

Soltanto un po' invidiosa Ma

Si sa

E' Teresa quella la'

Dopotutto vive sola

E strilla a squarciagola

Ah… ah…ah…

Si sa

Tutto il quartiere ormai lo sa

Quella vispa di Teresa

Non canta solo in chiesa

E sua madre poveretta

Se la vedi e' distrutta Quella vispa di Teresa

Non canta solo in chiesa

Quella vispa di Teresa

Non canta solo in chiesa

E sua madre poveretta

Se la vedi e' distrutta Ma

Si sa

E' Teresa quella la'

Dopotutto vive sola

E strilla a squarciagola

Ah… ah…ah.

Si sa tutto il quartiere ormai lo sa

Quella vispa di Teresa

Non canta solo in chiesa

E sua madre poveretta

Se la vedi e' distrutta

Me going home

Kick the past

It was what it was

It was what it was

Me going home

I kick the door

And she who is screaming

She does not mind

What's wrong with that

I am shocked

It is the latest whiskey

That goes up ... that goes up

I just like it

When you feel like it

I lean on the door

I hear you scream

Hold me ... touch me ...

Lick me ... bite me ...

Take me ... lay me down ...

Tie me ... bite me ...

Cosasto hearing from the fourth floor

The usual noise

The usual din

I'm not curious

I am not jealous

But they are only

Just a little jealous But

You know

That's Teresa there

She after all she lives alone

And screams out loud

Ah.ah ah

You know

The whole neighborhood now knows

That lively of Teresa

She doesn't just sing in church

And her poor mother of hers

If you see it, it's destroyed. In the morning, I feel it

As he goes down the stairs

Always on the run

It is he who assaults it

The night on the way back

With or without the moon

He takes it back

Because it brings good luck

Hold me ... touch me ...

Lick me ... bite me ...

Take me ... lay me down ...

Tie me ... bite me ...

But be careful

What a curse

People complain

Because she can smell his of him

Attention

It is a perversion

But everyone envies her

They don't make love But

You know

That's Teresa there

After all, she lives alone

And screams out loud

Ah… ah… ah

We know the whole neighborhood now knows

That lively of Teresa

She doesn't just sing in church

And her poor mother of hers

If you see it it's destroyed. What am I hearing from the fourth floor

The usual noise

The usual din

I'm not curious

I am not jealous

But they are only

Just a little jealous But

You know

That's Teresa there

After all, she lives alone

And screams out loud

Ah ... ah ... ah ...

You know

The whole neighborhood now knows

That lively of Teresa

She doesn't just sing in church

And her poor mother of hers

If you see it, Teresa's lively one is destroyed

She doesn't just sing in church

That lively of Teresa

She doesn't just sing in church

And her poor mother of hers

If you see it, it's destroyed. Ma

You know

That's Teresa there

After all, she lives alone

And screams out loud

Ah… ah… ah.

We know the whole neighborhood now knows

That lively of Teresa

She doesn't just sing in church

And her poor mother of hers

If you see it, it's destroyed