bell’incipit, non c’è che dire…
STREETS OF LOVE – ROLLING STONES
—You’re awful bright
You’re awful smart
I must admit
You broke my heart
The awful truth
Is really sad
I must admit
I was awful bad
While lovers laugh
And music plays
I stumble by
And hide my pain
Mmmm, the lamps are lit
The moon is gone
I think I’ve crossed
The Rubicon(…)
