I live condemned to do what I don't want
Because I behave so well sometimes I despair
If I do something someone will always say
That this or that shouldn't be done
What does it matter to me, I no longer know what is true
And how should I know or what should I do?
What's my fault, friend, give it to me
It could be that what I like is illegal, it's immoral or it makes you fat
I do © that I got lost among a thousand philosophies
I have become a quiet and also distrustful being
I try to walk straight in the right direction
But always certain things They catch my attention
I try to walk well but I'm not made of iron
I start thinking and I can't change
What's my fault, friend, give it to me
It could be that what I like
It is illegal, it is immoral or it makes you fat
If I meet someone in a casual encounter
And everything is fine in an informal chat
Warm night, suggests enjoying
From my terrace all the beauty of the sea
Moreover the night is a girl, delights of coffee © when you wake up
Then what to do I don't want to know anymore
If I eat something I shouldn't eat
If what I like the most< br/>It is illegal, it is immoral or it makes you fat
Could it be that what I like? It is illegal, it is immoral or it makes you fat
If what I like like it
It is illegal, it is immoral or it makes you fat