Three fingers

Remember when you were a Chubby boy
With glasses and they bullied you Nobody cares about you
And took refuge in your fantasy World Sixteen first hangover
For the noise threw you water
An endless laugh at the first barrel
The sun smelled of garlic Ohhh ohhh I've got It for myself
And nobody else nobody else
Ohhh ohhh I've got It for myself
And nobody else nobody else
That girl on the beach
And what she did you'll never Forget It Slept in several beds
Ar the same time but they won't Know
You have experienced all this And now you grown up
Son you can bet Remorse Is better than regret Ohhh ohhh
I've got It for myself And nobody else nobody else Ohhh ohhh
I've got It for myself And nobody else nobody else Ohhh ohhh
I've got It for myself And nobody else nobody else Ohhh ohhh
I've got It for myself and nobody else nobody else



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Writer(s): Manuele Muraca
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