I wanna hold you in my leather jacket
I wanna Hold you tight ‘till tomorrow
I want you to come and see the sunset
I’m telling you no more sorrows
I wanna feel my moto running
Through the desert of Pasadena
I want you to come closer I’m close to you
My bambina
I wanna play with your heart
Tear it apart
From the end to the start
The say I’m bad yep I’m bad to the bone
My lips are burning down your telephone
While I’m sticking my ego down your comfort zone
I wanna play with your heart
Tear it apart
From the end to the start
I wanna play with your heart
Tear it apart
From the end to the start
And I don’t care about your feelings
As long they get along with mine
It is you who said that you’re into
Those rock’n’roll bad guys
And imma give it to you
Imma give it Marlon Brando style
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