Exhibition Testo

Testo Exhibition

Tiziano Ferro: "Ecco come mi sono preparato per il tour"
Applicant, I am Clean young flesh Cubicles, we merge And me so decent Lock up my vehicle Crack my walls I'm stealing new words And me so honest Someone took pictures Just look at her go Her presence exhausted me Like spectators we are I have no address 'Who are you?' Kiss my arse goodbye The show goes rusty. Simulate phone call Face to face Newspaper loose talk You wreck my dreams Exhibit 'A' dog So few of them left Exhibit 'B' god The problem of death Old sex, unclean Do you still need the moon? Recall no names Don't ask me 'how are you?' Where's my attendant And where is my wife Wait in the doorway While I say goodnight He looks like me