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HAUGHTY GIRLS
   With our imbarassing, awkward fantasies of glory and sex
and our rebellious leather jackets and a 1000 liras bill for the entrance
after fixing our hair one more time we entered, cigarette in mouth
nervously studying the disco place and checking this or that chick.
   Who were we? who knows, we took on average one bath every week
and we used to fight about everything, our rules of conversation were very primitive
and we spent those winter nights like wolfes around the pinball machine
except every blue moon when in order to measure ourselves virility we went to dance.
   And you girls were so perfect, the hair, the boobs, the clothes
looking at us with disgust and ignoring us at the same time
and nailing us every time on that same cross.
   Haughty girls, casual forbidden fruits
little town sirens very difficolt to please
delight and bitterness of our dancing nights
of that youth of ours so unaware and blind.
   Sure, it was necessary to guard against every form of violence and abuse
by those Italian males, fake blonde who promised the world and then throw you away after use
but come on, with our ignorance and those dreams even indecent and our sly air
what kind of danger we represented for you? Admit it, the reason was another one.
   Your kingdom was not of this world nor of that province
but you kidding? you were the stars and we just a bunch of dick-heads.
   Haughty girls, casual forbidden fruits
little town sirens very difficolt to please
delight and bitterness of our dancing nights
of that youth of ours so unaware and blind.
   So that one day I decided that enough, I didn't like to dance anymore
it was a waste of time, there were more important things in the world
and I left and I forgot all about you and of that unhappy club
until one day my son returned to Italy, went dancing then he called me and guess what he said:
   Dad those girls don't dance, don't talk, they treat you like a pariah
Christ, do not tell me now that those bitches
are still there, they never went away!
      Haughty girls, casual forbidden fruits
little town sirens very difficolt to please
sexual statues unattainable and eternal
even now you are so good
in making me feel like a worm
Haughty girls, sirens of the sea
but go to hell ...