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Sad. I loved that song.![]()
You can still listen to it.Sad. I loved that song.![]()
Me too.Sad. I loved that song.![]()
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly born tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
'Cause I know you still bear
The scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
Pretentious load of old b******s.
Sorry.
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly born tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
'Cause I know you still bear
The scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
Pretentious load of old b******s.
Sorry.