night before they left my keys dug into beams
carved out amato four times sat finishing the punch
this vision of christmas in wool fat santa stretched across
his chest poked my stomach said winnie winnie
that creased him cried now mr university will come find me
he say luigi luigi you buy new beams the chair
unsteady cut my name next to his earlier the spaniard
had been throwing stones at her window lara lara
he sang her name me in her bed her too
toned legs ran everyday to the water tower could have crushed me
lara lara he went on all night I remembered his story
on the bank of the seine a communist his father
pushed de gaulle or mitterrand someone into the river
never allowed into france again how many
parts did he miss out on for that? it worked out alright
ended up in an iberian confessions of a window cleaner
horny matador randy conquistador he was them all
now the third italian wore too much make up
like some roman street whore byron might have knocked
and watching her take that paint off was to watch
a woman undress naked she wasn't the same
more like the picture her sister took in the south
she must have been sixteen naked so you saw nothing
she burst in the spaniard was climbing up calling calling
had woken her drunk romeo juliet's hand on my crotch
bursting in she was shocked going after her
santa pulled me into the kitchen poured me punch
cried about his sweet shop in the mountains next morning
they all left for edinburgh and I spent two weeks
playing black jack drinking four euro bordeaux with the spaniard.