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W.A.S.P. - ANIMAL
I got pictures of naked ladies
Lying on their beds
I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion
Starts a-Swelling inside my head
I'm making artificial lovers for free
I start to howl I'm in heat
I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy
I fuck like a Beast
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I'm on the prowl and i watch you closely
I lie waiting for you
I'm the wolf with the sheepsskins clothing
I lick my chops and your tasting good
I do whatever i want to, to ya
I'll nail your ass to the sheets
A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya
I fuck like a beast
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
Come ride, savage seduction
Ride, ride, ride
I got pictures of naked ladies
Lying on their beds
I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion
Starts a-Swelling inside my head
I'm making artificial lovers for free
I start to howl I'm in heat
I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy
I fuck like a Beast
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I'm on the prowl and i watch you closely
I lie waiting for you
I'm the wolf with the sheepsskins clothing
I lick my chops and your tasting good
I do whatever i want to, to ya
I'll nail your ass to the sheets
A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya
I fuck like a beast
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
Come ride, savage seduction
Ride, ride, ride
Eeeh, professore"¦ non le dico, antani, come trazione per due anche se fosse supercazzola bitumata, ha lo scappellamento a destra.
è un 'impresa impossibile, anzi di più m aci provo lo stesso:
ho sentito stamattina alla radio ( ma è una canzone conosciuta) una canzone carinissima anni'70
hanno detto che erano i Bonèm ( magari non si scrive così mettete delle " h" da qualche parte ) e la canzone era
Becker ( anche qui magari non si scrive cosi')
mi sapete aiutare?
grazie 1000
ho sentito stamattina alla radio ( ma è una canzone conosciuta) una canzone carinissima anni'70
hanno detto che erano i Bonèm ( magari non si scrive così mettete delle " h" da qualche parte ) e la canzone era
Becker ( anche qui magari non si scrive cosi')
mi sapete aiutare?
grazie 1000
Pimpi, hai conosciuto un esperto di cinema, musica (ma su questo la mia donna mi batte perchè lavora nel campo) e non solo hard. Quasi sicuramente parliamo di Ma Baker dei Boney MPimpipessa ha scritto:è un 'impresa impossibile, anzi di più m aci provo lo stesso:
ho sentito stamattina alla radio ( ma è una canzone conosciuta) una canzone carinissima anni'70
hanno detto che erano i Bonèm ( magari non si scrive così mettete delle " h" da qualche parte ) e la canzone era
Becker ( anche qui magari non si scrive cosi')
mi sapete aiutare?
grazie 1000
Il sentimento più sincero rimane sempre l'erezione
House of Love - Shine On, in questo momento potrei dire questa.
In a garden in the house of love, sitting lonely on a plastic chair
The sun is cruel when he hides away, I need a sister - I'll just stay
A little girl, a little guy - in a little church or in a school
Little Jesus are you watching me, I'm so young - just eighteen
She, she, she, she Shine On
Shine On
Shine On
In a garden in a house of love, there's nothing real just a coat of arms
I'm not the pleasure that I used to be - so young - just eighteen
She, she, she, she Shine On
Shine On
Shine On
I don't know why I dream this way
The sky is purple and things are right every day
I don't know, it's just this world's so far away
But I won't fight, and I won't hate
Well not today
In a garden in the house of love
Sitting lonely on a plastic chair
The sun is cruel when he hides away
Shine On...
Shine On
Shine On
....and on...and on...
Shine
Shine On
Shine
Shine
Shine
In a garden in the house of love, sitting lonely on a plastic chair
The sun is cruel when he hides away, I need a sister - I'll just stay
A little girl, a little guy - in a little church or in a school
Little Jesus are you watching me, I'm so young - just eighteen
She, she, she, she Shine On
Shine On
Shine On
In a garden in a house of love, there's nothing real just a coat of arms
I'm not the pleasure that I used to be - so young - just eighteen
She, she, she, she Shine On
Shine On
Shine On
I don't know why I dream this way
The sky is purple and things are right every day
I don't know, it's just this world's so far away
But I won't fight, and I won't hate
Well not today
In a garden in the house of love
Sitting lonely on a plastic chair
The sun is cruel when he hides away
Shine On...
Shine On
Shine On
....and on...and on...
Shine
Shine On
Shine
Shine
Shine
Il sentimento più sincero rimane sempre l'erezione
cicciuzzo ha scritto:Pimpipessa ha scritto:è un 'impresa impossibile, anzi di più m aci provo lo stesso:
ho sentito stamattina alla radio ( ma è una canzone conosciuta) una canzone carinissima anni'70
hanno detto che erano i Bonèm ( magari non si scrive così mettete delle " h" da qualche parte ) e la canzone era
Becker ( anche qui magari non si scrive cosi')
mi sapete aiutare?
grazie 1000
Pimpi, hai conosciuto un esperto di cinema, musica (ma su questo la mia donna mi batte perchè lavora nel campo) e non solo hard. Quasi sicuramente parliamo di Ma Baker dei Boney M
siiiiiii sei un grande!!!

- Drogato_ di_porno
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There will never be another tonight
Bryan Adams
Put on your best dress darling
Can't you see the time is right
There will never be another tonight
If you got your motor runnin'
Then I got my engines on
Say the word and darlin' we'll be gone
Outside the world is waitin'
But we won't lose control
So come on now - let the good times roll
You gotta ride your broom right into my room
Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
Wave your little wand - weave a little spell
Make a little magic - raise some hell
There will never be another tonight
C'mon baby - hold on tight
There will never be another tonight
I don't care if it's wrong or right
We got nothin' to lose just me and you
In your wildest dreams...
There'll never be another tonight
Who cares about tomorrow
Let the wind fill your sails
A runaway train ridin' on the rails
We got the bases loaded
Home run - power play
Tonight's the night we're goin' all the way
You gotta ride your broom right into my room
Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
Wave your little wand - weave a little spell
Make a little magic - raise some hell
There will never be another tonight
C'mon baby - hold on tight
There will never be another tonight
Flash your diamonds shine your lights
There'll never be another tonight
I don't care if it's wrong or right
Cause we got nothin' to lose just me and you
In your wildest dreams...
There'll never be another tonight
Some people they're looking for paradise
Others they're looking for inner light
Me I'm just having the time of my life
I'm headin' out, to check it out
Check it out!!
Bryan Adams
Put on your best dress darling
Can't you see the time is right
There will never be another tonight
If you got your motor runnin'
Then I got my engines on
Say the word and darlin' we'll be gone
Outside the world is waitin'
But we won't lose control
So come on now - let the good times roll
You gotta ride your broom right into my room
Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
Wave your little wand - weave a little spell
Make a little magic - raise some hell
There will never be another tonight
C'mon baby - hold on tight
There will never be another tonight
I don't care if it's wrong or right
We got nothin' to lose just me and you
In your wildest dreams...
There'll never be another tonight
Who cares about tomorrow
Let the wind fill your sails
A runaway train ridin' on the rails
We got the bases loaded
Home run - power play
Tonight's the night we're goin' all the way
You gotta ride your broom right into my room
Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
Wave your little wand - weave a little spell
Make a little magic - raise some hell
There will never be another tonight
C'mon baby - hold on tight
There will never be another tonight
Flash your diamonds shine your lights
There'll never be another tonight
I don't care if it's wrong or right
Cause we got nothin' to lose just me and you
In your wildest dreams...
There'll never be another tonight
Some people they're looking for paradise
Others they're looking for inner light
Me I'm just having the time of my life
I'm headin' out, to check it out
Check it out!!
"Non devo essere io ad insegnarvi che avete nemici ed in gran numero, che non sanno perché lo siano, ma che come cani bastardi di villaggio, si mettono ad abbaiare quando i loro simili lo fanno" (Shakespeare, Enrico VIII)
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Amandoti
(by CCCP)
Amarti m'affatica mi svuota dentro
Qualcosa che assomiglia a ridere nel pianto
Amarti m'affatica mi da' malinconia
Che vuoi farci è la vita
E' la vita, la mia
Amami ancora fallo dolcemente
Un anno un mese un'ora perdutamente
Amarti mi consola le notti bianche
Qualcosa che riempie vecchie storie fumanti
Amarti mi consola mi da' allegria
Che vuoi farci è la vita
E' la vita, la mia
Amami ancora fallo dolcemente
Un anno un mese un'ora perdutamente
Amami ancora fallo dolcemente
Solo per un'ora perdutamente
(by CCCP)
Amarti m'affatica mi svuota dentro
Qualcosa che assomiglia a ridere nel pianto
Amarti m'affatica mi da' malinconia
Che vuoi farci è la vita
E' la vita, la mia
Amami ancora fallo dolcemente
Un anno un mese un'ora perdutamente
Amarti mi consola le notti bianche
Qualcosa che riempie vecchie storie fumanti
Amarti mi consola mi da' allegria
Che vuoi farci è la vita
E' la vita, la mia
Amami ancora fallo dolcemente
Un anno un mese un'ora perdutamente
Amami ancora fallo dolcemente
Solo per un'ora perdutamente
Il sesso è come il bridge: se non hai un buon partner, devi avere una buona mano. (Charles Pierce)
holiday in cambodia
dead kennedys
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc.
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
dead kennedys
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc.
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
sta vita te sfreggia, primo nun se cazzeggia
Tears for Fears - Shout
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT
THESE ARE THE THINGS I CAN DO WITHOUT
COME ON, I´M TALKING TO YOU, COME ON
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
IN VIOLENT TIMES
YOU SHOULDN´T HAVE TO SELL YOUR SOUL
IN BLACK AND WHITE
THEY REALLY REALLY OUGHT TO KNOW
THOSE ONE TRACK MINDS
THAT TOOK YOU FOR A WORKING BOY
KISS THEM GOODBYE
YOU SHOULDN´T HAVE TO JUMP FOR JOY
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
THEY GAVE YOU LIFE
AND IN RETURN YOU GAVE THEM HELL
AS COLD AS ICE
I HOPE WE LIVE TO TELL THE TALE
I HOPE WE LIVE TO TELL THE TALE
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
AND WHEN YOU´VE TAKEN DOWN YOUR GUARD
IF I COULD CHANGE YOUR MIND
I´D REALLY LOVE TO BREAK YOUR HEART
I´D REALLY LOVE TO BREAK YOUR HEART
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT
THESE ARE THE THINGS I CAN DO WITHOUT
COME ON, I´M TALKING TO YOU, COME ON
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
IN VIOLENT TIMES
YOU SHOULDN´T HAVE TO SELL YOUR SOUL
IN BLACK AND WHITE
THEY REALLY REALLY OUGHT TO KNOW
THOSE ONE TRACK MINDS
THAT TOOK YOU FOR A WORKING BOY
KISS THEM GOODBYE
YOU SHOULDN´T HAVE TO JUMP FOR JOY
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
THEY GAVE YOU LIFE
AND IN RETURN YOU GAVE THEM HELL
AS COLD AS ICE
I HOPE WE LIVE TO TELL THE TALE
I HOPE WE LIVE TO TELL THE TALE
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT...
AND WHEN YOU´VE TAKEN DOWN YOUR GUARD
IF I COULD CHANGE YOUR MIND
I´D REALLY LOVE TO BREAK YOUR HEART
I´D REALLY LOVE TO BREAK YOUR HEART
SHOUT, SHOUT, LET IT ALL OUT
Ezechiele 25,17. "Il cammino dell'uomo timorato è minacciato da ogni parte dall'iniquità degli esseri egoisti e dalla tirannia degli uomini malvagi. Benedetto sia colui che nel nome della carità e della buona volontà conduce i deboli attraverso la valle delle tenebre perchè egli è in verità il pastore di suo fratello e il ricercatore dei figli smarriti e la mia giustizia calerà sopra di loro con grandissima vendetta e furiosissimo sdegno su coloro che si proveranno ad ammorbare e distruggere i miei fratelli e tu saprai che il mio nome è quello del Signore quando farà calare la mia vendetta sopra di te."
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blonde redhead
Hated Because Of Great Qualities
secret so sorry that i forgot
secret secret we're all bound to forget.
i was worried i might be rude to you.
so worried that i was.
it's a lie to serve the truth
and i'm still guilty.
i missed. so be it.
everywhere everything you ever touched.
cutting in won't do it. there's nothing to it.
you were sorry that i was alone
so sorry that you run away.
putting it on me but you already knew it.
it never meant a thing.
so be it.
i can't understand this at all.
i can't pronounce this at all.
these are different matters
these are uncertain feelings
they should never be discussed here
so keep it to yourself
this is the italian version
Segreto scusa se mi son scordata.
Segreto segreti che è destino dimenticar.
Tormentata di essere stata.
Cosi scortese che cosi è stato.
Le bugie vittime della verita.
La mia colpa è tutta qua.
Mi son sbagliata. Cosi è
Dovunque, ognicosa tutto quel che hai mai sfiorato.
Scavere non servira. E semplice si sa.
Eri triste sapendomi sola.
Cosi triste che sei scappato.
Incolpavi solo me quando gia sapevi che.
Non voleva dire niente - E cosi è
No io non capisco e lo so.
No io pronunciario non so.
Sono affari tuoi.
Solo insicurezze.
Non c'è modo di parlane.
Tientelo per te.
Hated Because Of Great Qualities
secret so sorry that i forgot
secret secret we're all bound to forget.
i was worried i might be rude to you.
so worried that i was.
it's a lie to serve the truth
and i'm still guilty.
i missed. so be it.
everywhere everything you ever touched.
cutting in won't do it. there's nothing to it.
you were sorry that i was alone
so sorry that you run away.
putting it on me but you already knew it.
it never meant a thing.
so be it.
i can't understand this at all.
i can't pronounce this at all.
these are different matters
these are uncertain feelings
they should never be discussed here
so keep it to yourself
this is the italian version
Segreto scusa se mi son scordata.
Segreto segreti che è destino dimenticar.
Tormentata di essere stata.
Cosi scortese che cosi è stato.
Le bugie vittime della verita.
La mia colpa è tutta qua.
Mi son sbagliata. Cosi è
Dovunque, ognicosa tutto quel che hai mai sfiorato.
Scavere non servira. E semplice si sa.
Eri triste sapendomi sola.
Cosi triste che sei scappato.
Incolpavi solo me quando gia sapevi che.
Non voleva dire niente - E cosi è
No io non capisco e lo so.
No io pronunciario non so.
Sono affari tuoi.
Solo insicurezze.
Non c'è modo di parlane.
Tientelo per te.
"Dietro ogni italiano si nasconde un cretino"
Ennio Flaiano.
Ennio Flaiano.
- Husker_Du
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Sullo stesso disco di because the night, una canzone molto valida di Patti Smith
Rock N Roll Nigger
Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. Baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger.
Oh, look around you, all around you,
riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
(Lenny!)
Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.
Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
(those who have suffered, understand suffering,
and thereby extend their hand
the storm that brings harm
also makes fertile
blessed is the grass
and herb and the true thorn and light)
I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost
was to be outside society.
Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a nigger.
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger,
nigger, nigger, nigger.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, if you're looking,
that's where you'll find me.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society. (Repeat)
Rock N Roll Nigger
Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. Baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger.
Oh, look around you, all around you,
riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
(Lenny!)
Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.
Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
(those who have suffered, understand suffering,
and thereby extend their hand
the storm that brings harm
also makes fertile
blessed is the grass
and herb and the true thorn and light)
I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost
was to be outside society.
Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a nigger.
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger,
nigger, nigger, nigger.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, if you're looking,
that's where you'll find me.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society. (Repeat)
"Signori benpensanti, spero non vi dispiaccia,
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
cicciuzzo ha scritto:Pimpi, hai conosciuto un esperto di cinema, musica (ma su questo la mia donna mi batte perchè lavora nel campo) e non solo hard. Quasi sicuramente parliamo di Ma Baker dei Boney MPimpipessa ha scritto:è un 'impresa impossibile, anzi di più m aci provo lo stesso:
ho sentito stamattina alla radio ( ma è una canzone conosciuta) una canzone carinissima anni'70
hanno detto che erano i Bonèm ( magari non si scrive così mettete delle " h" da qualche parte ) e la canzone era
Becker ( anche qui magari non si scrive cosi')
mi sapete aiutare?
grazie 1000
elio e le storie tese in una sola canzone danno una grossa mano a chi non conosce queste canzoni e i gruppi (c'e pure Ma beker..

Ehi, coro delle voci bulgare, io posso offrirvi qualcosa di molto meglio di
un semplice Ramaya: potrei darvi Kung fu fighting di Carl Douglas.
Gnacchisnà . Fly robin fly ? Non vi interessa? Gnacchisnà . Voi forse
preferite il meglio dei Tavares? Gnacchisnà . Ali shuffle? Niente?
Gnacchisnà . Disco Inferno? Gnacchisnà . Qualcosa di Cerrone? Gnacchisnà .
Oppure Boney M.. Gna. Tipo Ma Baker, Daddy Cool, Rasputin. Gnacchisnà .
Niente? Disco Duck? No Gnacchisnà . Gimme Some? Gnacchisnà . Qualcosa degli
Oliver Onions, tipo Sandokan, Orzowei? Niente?
Cuba dei Gibson Brothers, dai
E' la vecchia guardia e i suoi interventi sul darkside sono imprescindibili, affronta il lato oscuro del sesso estremo con l'approccio dostojeschiano dell'uomo che soffre, mitizza e somatizza.UN DEMONE
Now I lay me down to sleep,Pray the lord my soul to keep.And if I die before I wake pray the lord my soul to take.
Now I lay me down to sleep,Pray the lord my soul to keep.And if I die before I wake pray the lord my soul to take.
- donegal
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Famme capì.Pimpipessa ha scritto:
ho sentito stamattina alla radio ( ma è una canzone conosciuta) una canzone carinissima anni'70
Strafogarsi ai rinfreschi è roba di cattivo gusto da condannare con vibrante indice accusatore e ascoltare quei tamarroni dei Boney M e Julio Iglesias invece no...
Davvero curioso come metro di giudizio.
Maturità e depravazione battono sempre gioventù e bellezza
donegal ha scritto:Famme capì.Pimpipessa ha scritto:
ho sentito stamattina alla radio ( ma è una canzone conosciuta) una canzone carinissima anni'70
Strafogarsi ai rinfreschi è roba di cattivo gusto da condannare con vibrante indice accusatore e ascoltare quei tamarroni dei Boney M e Julio Iglesias invece no...
Davvero curioso come metro di giudizio.
mi devo preoccupare????
vedo che leggi con molta attenzione ogni messaggio che posto....

sono già fidanzata!
