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Italian city

Painted in grand graffiti art just yesterday

And fainted frescoes fifty thousand full moons ago

Italian city

I still think you’re really pretty

I speak like a child

‘cause all the colors make me wild

Italian city

I still think you’re gloriously grand

Perfectly antiquely antiquated

sixty thousand suns set and rose, and you still stand

Leaning tower you still stand.

Leaning tower, what do you see?

Leaning tower why do you smirk at me?

I can blame it on the mafia

I can blame it on Berlusconi’s men

Italy’s burden

And I’m a woman

So

I carry a purse

Oh sweet curse

So

I had it in my pocket

My hand the locket

It was in my pocket

Pick

Pocketer

And not purse picker

I’ve squandered the streets

Like a hungry rat

You Rotten Ventian rats

You may have it in between you’re thieving teeths

Drown

Oh carnival clown

This isn’t funny

Oh Uffizi give it back to me

Priceless work of gold

David’s dead

Give it to me instead

Italian city

You’re still pretty

You’re still grand

Bologna’s delicious

And Venice streets more than precious

but please,

tower what do you see?

Who took my credit card from me?

This is stupid

Really

I feel stupid

Crying

Over plastic

But I’m student

trying to be prudent

this is stupid

and so are you

who took my card

you purse picker

I’ll stop my bicker

If the man goes

And my card he bestows.