automaticFLOWER:
Come, get me off the merry-go-round.
automaticFLOWER:
Forgive me if I spoke too soon.
automaticFLOWER:
We can be Heroes! just for one day.
automaticFLOWER:
So I'll start a revolution from my bed.
automaticFLOWER:
yeah, I feel like dancing.
automaticFLOWER:
I bet you didn't know about all that revolution in her head.
automaticFLOWER:
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust!
automaticFLOWER:
Love's like a bomb, blowing my mind.
automaticFLOWER:
Nothing really bothers her, she just wants to love herself.
automaticFLOWER:
Scavami il cuore con solchi d'amore che poi penserò a colmare.
automaticFLOWER:
The pure elegance of small things.
automaticFLOWER:
ti vedo trasformare lacrime in coriandoli.
automaticFLOWER:
Would you look right through me? Could you look right through me?
automaticFLOWER:
Hands.
automaticFLOWER:
'Cause God gave me a soul in you rock'n'roll, babe.