Scoops make you adore
not your Vespa but Ducati
At the moment you call
on the pavement
for the whiny toad
Now you adore the one
of magazine who has it all
You’ll have it all
You were the magnificent trier
for a feeble silver lining
Oh this is all about
to be the same old story so
You free it all
Now I can say you running
through it all
Not like a saint but true igniter
What if it comes to raise us tall
Oh let it cause
Toast to feeling rise
or fall Ho yeah
Here comes the silence
you’ve been waiting for a while
You should become brave
like a plucky gold lions toe
Ticking time bombs away
then ceiling
That’s how it goes
You let it go
Now I can say you running
through it all
You’ are not the saint
but true igniter
What if it comes to raise us tall
Oh let it cause
Toast to feeling rise
and fall Ho yeah
This is not of colors
No cycling battles and conquers
Set and go go go
Soaked palm and your eyes
You’re still so a child
Just set and go go go
go go go
go go go
go go go
go go go
So long time