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parole da studiare
I come home, and she's there waiting
So sweet and tender honest kind
Dim lighting, candles burning
That bitch must have something to hide
She's a bit too nice this evening
Suspicion makes me a bit vile
I'll skin her before morning
And find out what's behind that smile
It's nothing - it must be all in my head
I Think the devil is hiding behind her smile
woow, woow
Darkness disguised as the morning light
woow, woow
What's there behind the closed door?
