She's wearing boots, high-heeled ones,
Her dress waves above the Mediterranean,
Her marble skin is carved with histories -
Battles and laws and family trees...
She likes to feel you, child, growing inside
Her swelling world, her radiant pride,
The blade will lick her belly delicately,
You're gonna walk out the door without using a key...
Taking one step, then another one,
Stumbling around, b**ping into everyone,
Making allies without even saying a word,
Socializing from under your momma's skirt.
I suggest you carefully choose your friends:
At times lions can be mistaken for lambs.
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy,
Open up your eyes!
Wooden sword, my lord already leads a cohort,
Boyhood, attitude, ruler of the neighborhood,
One day you'll have an army of your own,
You'll conquer the world and call it home...
A laurel wreath will be your crown,
Your enemies will kneel at your tiniest frown,
An Egyptian queen will caress your scanty hair,
For centuries they'll talk about this single affair...
I suggest you carefully choose your friends:
At times lions can be mistaken for lambs.
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy,
Open up your eyes!
Her dress waves above the Mediterranean,
Her marble skin is carved with histories -
Battles and laws and family trees...
She likes to feel you, child, growing inside
Her swelling world, her radiant pride,
The blade will lick her belly delicately,
You're gonna walk out the door without using a key...
Taking one step, then another one,
Stumbling around, b**ping into everyone,
Making allies without even saying a word,
Socializing from under your momma's skirt.
I suggest you carefully choose your friends:
At times lions can be mistaken for lambs.
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy,
Open up your eyes!
Wooden sword, my lord already leads a cohort,
Boyhood, attitude, ruler of the neighborhood,
One day you'll have an army of your own,
You'll conquer the world and call it home...
A laurel wreath will be your crown,
Your enemies will kneel at your tiniest frown,
An Egyptian queen will caress your scanty hair,
For centuries they'll talk about this single affair...
I suggest you carefully choose your friends:
At times lions can be mistaken for lambs.
Once you turn your back, you're under attack, boy,
Open up your eyes!