Sophie May
Some Italian Mountain
Stole all my laces
Hid my clothes in places
I couldn't find the pages
In my diary where I said I didn't love you
The more I run the more you run too
But I will desert you
And I hate to admit it
But I can't wait till October when
I'm allowed to escape him
And move my life to some Italian mountain
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
A small forgotten village
Trees of pomegranate
Rolling hills and dusking sun
Dr. Seuss eat your heart
Out of window I see
Many people [?]
Thank God none of them are you
And I hate to admit it
But I can't wait till October when
I'm allowed to escape him
And movŠµ my life to some Italian mountain
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
From Letras Mania