"...I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to."
chi deciderà di fermarsi a quanto di vanesio possa aver scelto di mostrare di me su questa pagina per esprimere un giudizio sulla mia persona... puo' anche accomodarsi altrove.
"...I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to."
chi deciderà di fermarsi a...