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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
Crowded House - There goes god
Crowded House - Black & white boy
Crowded House - Never be the same
Crowded House - In the lowlands
Crowded House - Pineapple head
Crowded House - Into temptation