Lyrics:
the Era They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetara, whatever Why do they sweat us? [?] they just met us but
upset And she settle me on some sexual shit I'm so susceptible to your cetera cetara please Don't take that booty from me I think that I need your
see you again Should I come on down A young man walks three flights of stairs To his Cetara loft He snaps the top off a bottle of beer And falls into
gli occhi vedo Positano Il sole non mi prende più a botte Eppure mi brucia la pelle Se penso a quella notte, i fuochi a Cetara, le stelle Una
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