Susanna, Italiana, what do you want to do? I thought I had figured it out nut that was before you
Walking a mile into town Hoping to see you around Hoping your man is nowhere to be found And hoping we'll go to your room And hoping we'll go to your room
Quietly act like you love me until I leave Feltre And when you learn of my return Watch what the townspeople say
Riding in your cargo van Driving your mom's cargo van If you only knew how charming it was The lure of your folks cargo van The lure of your folks cargo van
Go tell Max Be clear with the facts Leave me a letter to there I still have the one from before From when I turned twenty fourTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
