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Oh my bella Signora why you wanna break my poor heart Dino he tells me quietly, he saw you with that grande Signore Tells me you make the **** eyes and **** laugh ooh lika that But which for me you don't smile **** like that, maybe I bore Dino says, Signore pretend and ask why you laugh like that Bella Signora, why can't you see for you I have more amore Oh my bella signora, Sofia says that Signore has grosso cazzo Now I wonder if our friendship is beyond Via della Conciliazione I make for you good coffee and don't rope you in with any lasso Play as you like, I will bring you roses in rosa at Palazzo Torlonia Don't leave to go drinking with that Signore at  Campo Marzio I'm sad because alcune donne says Signore has good testimonial Oh my bella Signora if you break my heart I will run away to Haiti People they say, you play with quattro corteggiatore or pretendenti I say to Marcello, pretend as in English is more like it, go tell tutti I know window dressing when I see it, know you are too faulty You like rosa, yes! you like ***** maybe Martini or a cool Chianti But I worry maybe that Signore turn your head with Royal Treaty
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC
Oh..My Bella Signora.......
Oh my bella Signora why you wanna break my poor heart Dino he tells me quietly, he saw you with that grande Signore Tells me you make the **** eyes and **** laugh ooh lika that But which for me you don't smile **** like that, maybe I bore Dino says, Signore pretend and ask why you laugh like that Bella Signora, why can't you see for you I have more amore Oh my bella signora, Sofia says that Signore has grosso cazzo Now I wonder if our friendship is beyond Via della Conciliazione I make for you good coffee and don't rope you in with any lasso Play as you like, I will bring you roses in rosa at Palazzo Torlonia Don't leave to go drinking with that Signore at  Campo Marzio I'm sad because alcune donne says Signore has good testimonial Oh my bella Signora if you break my heart I will run away to Haiti People they say, you play with quattro corteggiatore or pretendenti I say to Marcello, pretend as in English is more like it, go tell tutti I know window dressing when I see it, know you are too faulty You like rosa, yes! you like ***** maybe Martini or a cool Chianti But I worry maybe that Signore turn your head with Royal Treaty
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC
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