Undress me and snaffle a snag
And buying cheap and sell dear, yeah
And our "yes or no" clash
With our flesh and blood
So I'm not a friend
I'm not what you want
I'm what you think wrong
My world fighting beards
What I am one room and kitchen
I'm twentyfive years old
And I know more or less a few words
And less than ever in my kitchen and room
Like trees shed their leaves in autumn.
I'm not what you want
I'm what you think wrong
My world fighting beards
What I am one room and kitchen
I'm not what you want
I'm what you think wrong
My world fighting beards
What I am one room and kitchen
Writer(s): Elisa Pucci
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