Ma Quale Idea

I caught her in the club with a snake-like look
I hallucinated, she didn't understand anything
I looked at her, she looked at me, and I went wild
Compared to me, Fred Astaire was static and clumsy

I shot a kiss into her mouth, one of those that make a sound
On the devilish dance floor, I roughed her up right there
I threw her, caught her, out of breath, I left her
She fell into my arms, she was in love
I held her by the hips and made jam out of her!!!
Oh, yeah, that's how it's said, right? And then? And then? What an idea!
(But what idea? Can't you see she's not into it?)
What an idea!
But what idea? She's sly but will know
How to handle a funny bully like you
And what special thing do you have that no one else does?

What an idea!
But what idea? Can't you see she's not into it?
What an idea!
(But what idea? Be careful, she knows the game!
She'll make you spin around without ever
Getting what you want, and sorry, in the end, sorry, what do you give in return?)

I had an idea, I took her to my lair
I poured her an orange soda, she laughed
She clung to my whiskey, drank five liters
She seemed beautiful, it went well, she kissed me, I kissed her
Suddenly I grabbed her, she slipped from my arms
She looked at me, I looked at her, I held her, caressed her
On her fairy-like face, but she looked like a potato!
I caught her, blended her, and made a frittata out of her!

Oh, yeah, that's how it's said, right? And then? What an idea!
(But what idea? Can't you see she's not into it?)
What an idea!
(But what idea? She's sly but will know
How to handle a funny bully like you
And what special thing do you have that no one else does?)
What an idea!
(But what idea? Can't you see she's not into it?)
What an idea!
(But what idea? Be careful, she knows the game!
She'll make you spin around without ever
Getting what you want, and sorry, in the end, sorry, what do you give in return)