Divine Comedy, The
Neapolitan Girl
Through the rubble of the bombed out streetsThrough the squalor and the povertyWalks a proud Neapolitan girlWith a head of thick black curlsShe doesn't care 'bout right or wrongJust about where the next meal's coming fromInnocence can often beAnother one of war's casualtiesBut innocence can be restoredWith a visit to the ProfessoreFor ten thousand lire heCan find mislaid virginityHis dirty needle leaves a trail of scarsAnd keeps her at the peak of her sexual powersShe takes him riding on the 133Through the city to the cemeteryWhere the Neapolitan girls goDown behind the headstonesOh the quickening breath and muffled criesAs life and death become entwinedNow baby, just pretend you don't see 'emLusting in the mausoleumLetras de cancionesLola has a lover in the city bankAnd Lola has a lover in the British ranksWell Lola has them over in the middle of the dayCause Lola makes the neighbours all jealous that wayShe doesn't care 'bout right or wrongJust about where the next meal's coming fromNeapolitan girlNeapolitan girl
From Letras Mania