| Song | Stefano Zarelli |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Stars Forever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| Angel: Stefano Zarelli he's an angel in the making | |
| And he's going straight to Heaven like me | |
| Devil: Well that's not what I've heard and as a Devil I can say the word's | |
| That Stefano's as rotten as can be | |
| Angel: Well he's a man of the world, Milano, California, Switzerland, Vienna, Japan | |
| Devil: Yeah he'll go anywhere the girls can be persuaded | |
| To have [*ðñ×ç¯÷×í&!] sex with a man | |
| Everyone's just a mess of contradictions | |
| And we all write fictions each day | |
| Angels and devils are the images we use | |
| But they don't mean shit, they just hide the truth away | |
| Why not learn to love your contradictions | |
| Why not live your life to the full? | |
| Love the snake beneath the flowers | |
| Cos together they're the power | |
| Of the contradictory beauty of you! | |
| Angel: Well he loves Woody Allen and he loves a bossa nova | |
| And he cooks a pretty good pasta sauce | |
| Devil: Woody Allen, exactly, and the sauce is pretty spicy | |
| Stefano Zarelli's soul is lost | |
| Angel: He loves warm places like tropical hothouses | |
| There's an orchestra that plays in his head | |
| Devil: Yeah he loves warm places, like saunas and Hades | |
| And between the legs of every redhead | |
| Stefano Zarelli's just a mass of contradictions | |
| Like Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde | |
| Angels and devils are the images we use | |
| But they don't mean shit, they just rule and divide | |
| Why not learn to love your contradictions | |
| Why not live your life to the full? | |
| Love the snake beneath the flowers | |
| Cos together they're the power | |
| Of the contradictory beauty of you! | |
| Your whole life is a mass of contradictions | |
| And you mix up fiction with truth | |
| Love the flowers and the force | |
| Cos together they're the source | |
| Of the power and the beauty of you! |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| Angel: Stefano Zarelli he' s an angel in the making | |
| And he' s going straight to Heaven like me | |
| Devil: Well that' s not what I' ve heard and as a Devil I can say the word' s | |
| That Stefano' s as rotten as can be | |
| Angel: Well he' s a man of the world, Milano, California, Switzerland, Vienna, Japan | |
| Devil: Yeah he' ll go anywhere the girls can be persuaded | |
| To have i! sex with a man | |
| Everyone' s just a mess of contradictions | |
| And we all write fictions each day | |
| Angels and devils are the images we use | |
| But they don' t mean shit, they just hide the truth away | |
| Why not learn to love your contradictions | |
| Why not live your life to the full? | |
| Love the snake beneath the flowers | |
| Cos together they' re the power | |
| Of the contradictory beauty of you! | |
| Angel: Well he loves Woody Allen and he loves a bossa nova | |
| And he cooks a pretty good pasta sauce | |
| Devil: Woody Allen, exactly, and the sauce is pretty spicy | |
| Stefano Zarelli' s soul is lost | |
| Angel: He loves warm places like tropical hothouses | |
| There' s an orchestra that plays in his head | |
| Devil: Yeah he loves warm places, like saunas and Hades | |
| And between the legs of every redhead | |
| Stefano Zarelli' s just a mass of contradictions | |
| Like Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde | |
| Angels and devils are the images we use | |
| But they don' t mean shit, they just rule and divide | |
| Why not learn to love your contradictions | |
| Why not live your life to the full? | |
| Love the snake beneath the flowers | |
| Cos together they' re the power | |
| Of the contradictory beauty of you! | |
| Your whole life is a mass of contradictions | |
| And you mix up fiction with truth | |
| Love the flowers and the force | |
| Cos together they' re the source | |
| Of the power and the beauty of you! |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| Angel: Stefano Zarelli he' s an angel in the making | |
| And he' s going straight to Heaven like me | |
| Devil: Well that' s not what I' ve heard and as a Devil I can say the word' s | |
| That Stefano' s as rotten as can be | |
| Angel: Well he' s a man of the world, Milano, California, Switzerland, Vienna, Japan | |
| Devil: Yeah he' ll go anywhere the girls can be persuaded | |
| To have í! sex with a man | |
| Everyone' s just a mess of contradictions | |
| And we all write fictions each day | |
| Angels and devils are the images we use | |
| But they don' t mean shit, they just hide the truth away | |
| Why not learn to love your contradictions | |
| Why not live your life to the full? | |
| Love the snake beneath the flowers | |
| Cos together they' re the power | |
| Of the contradictory beauty of you! | |
| Angel: Well he loves Woody Allen and he loves a bossa nova | |
| And he cooks a pretty good pasta sauce | |
| Devil: Woody Allen, exactly, and the sauce is pretty spicy | |
| Stefano Zarelli' s soul is lost | |
| Angel: He loves warm places like tropical hothouses | |
| There' s an orchestra that plays in his head | |
| Devil: Yeah he loves warm places, like saunas and Hades | |
| And between the legs of every redhead | |
| Stefano Zarelli' s just a mass of contradictions | |
| Like Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde | |
| Angels and devils are the images we use | |
| But they don' t mean shit, they just rule and divide | |
| Why not learn to love your contradictions | |
| Why not live your life to the full? | |
| Love the snake beneath the flowers | |
| Cos together they' re the power | |
| Of the contradictory beauty of you! | |
| Your whole life is a mass of contradictions | |
| And you mix up fiction with truth | |
| Love the flowers and the force | |
| Cos together they' re the source | |
| Of the power and the beauty of you! |