Buon weekend con le femmine violente

When I'm out walking
I strut my stuff
And I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite
I just might stop to check you out.

[chorus]
Let me go on like I
Blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands, I know you're the one.

Body and beats,
I stain my sheets
I don't even know why
My girlfriend, she's at the end,
She is starting to cry.

Let me go on like I
Blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands, I know you're the one.

[repeat first stanza twice, quietly (or until Gordon says you can stop)]
[repeat second stanza once]
[repeat first stanza once, in a whisper]
[repeat chorus]