Italian Plastic

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 gla*s of water When you stick up for me Then you're my bella bambina I say we're on a trip Look's like we're on vacation I say we're having fun In our little constellation When you wake up with me I'll be your gla*s of water When you stick up for me 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 surviver, your worst wicked friend I'll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end When you wake up with me I'll be your gla*s of water When you stick up for me The you're my bella bambina Who ya gonna take to the ball tonight? Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight? Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight? Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight, tonight?