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 is my fault, friend, tell me
Could it be that what I like is illegal, is immoral or makes you fat? I know that I got lost among a thousand philosophies. I have become a silent and also distrustful being.
I try to walk straight in the right direction
But certain things always 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, tell me
Could it be that what I like is illegal, immoral or fattening
If I meet someone in a casual encounter
And everything is fine in an informal chat
Warm the night, it suggests enjoying
From my terrace all the beauty of the sea
But the night is a girl, delights of coffee © when you wake up
So what to do, I don't want to know anymore
If I eat something that I shouldn't eat
If what I like
It's 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