Crowded House - Italian Plastic lyrics

[Crowded House - Italian Plastic lyrics]

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 (Uh, huh)
When you stick up for me
Then you're my Bella Bambina (Uh, huh)

I say we're on a trip
Looks 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 glass of water (Uh, huh)
When you stick up for me
Then you're my Bella Bambina (Uh, huh)
Then I'll be your Balle 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
You worst wicked friend
I'll be your piggy in the middle
Stick with you till the end (Oh)

When you wake up with me
I'll be your glass of water (Uh, huh)
When you stick up for me
Then you're my Bella Bambina (Uh, huh)

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