Dead

You'll never closed my summer door
I don't even knock on my door
You claim to know where I go
Honey you are the key of my door
Sto bene... adesso
Sto bene... when I want you
You hear my band in Radio Show
I play for you a summer song
Silence please my baby feel so good
Many bodies die in front of my door
Sto bene... bambina
Sto bene... When I kill you
She have a bottle of stars
I take some pills for the show
She spends time with brown shoes
I take my gun in front your door
Sto bene... adesso
Sto bene... when I want you
I write this song for the show
She hear the radio behind the door
Think of dying for summer gold
Truth is outside of my door
Sto bene... bambina
Sto bene... When I kill you