Sonia Bianchi

Sonia Bianchi never knew my name
I wrote her notes I called her home and then she left me all alone
Sonia Bianchi never knew my name
I asked her out she shot me down and then she left me on the ground

But now I know that when I'm old and rich and grey

You will still be with that tool
You'll be the one they know that let me get away
You could have been there with me too

Sonia Bianchi never knew my name
I wrote her notes I called her home and then she left me all alone
Sonia Bianchi never knew my name
I want her back she won't come back why won't she cut me any slack?