He would lie, he would cheat, over syncopated beats.
I was just his tiny dancer, he had control over my feet.
That’s when he came along, that’s when I lost the groove, there was no song in the world to sing along or make me move.
I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heart beat, run like rollercoasters.
I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, 'cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster.
non ho veramente visto un servizio al tg sulla polizia postale che si occupa dei gruppi telegram dei pericolosissimi “disturbatori di dad” quando i gruppi di revenge porn e di condivisione di immagini di ragazze anche minorenni senza consenso sono ancora lì