Trascrizione (en)

Salted, red cheese, your tongue, memorizing all my teeth My doll, your jeans, a prayer, hanging on the olive tree Wet skin from your jet black hair, when you touch me there We should fall in love, when in Rome Why don't we get married, build a home Something in the summertime made me hold a cherry white Makes me wanna take off my clothes and fall in love When it broke