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In the Roma nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the fiberglass ruins, watching time stand
All your troubles you confess to another, faceless, backless
Schnapps, Chianti, and Ouzo
Pernod, vodka, sambuca, I you so

Tatty talking in riddles
Rome burns down, on the fiddle
Two thousand for wife and some class
A thousand years in a chaser glass

How I wish that she was
I could have been a in Six Eight Time
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
Pernod, vodka, sambuca, I you so

It's a charm but she's had enough
Still she wrote her number on his paper
You know where to start or where to stop
All this pillow talk is nothing more talking shop

When I came here tonight, my were overflowing
took my return ticket without me even knowing
I pray to the and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Sinatra

But none of these things have to pass
In America, the law is a of ass
I'm a