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I'm the Italian yet you're the one in Italy,
acting so witty still you're constantly hittin me,
life has been kiddin me but i've always stayed,
even when i was blamed and numerous times played,

oh do behave, i will always be nice,
stranded alone but handing you advice,
even when i might wish we had a chance,
wish i had another prom to ask you to dance,

not caught in a trance, too much i care,
not like before seeing you everywhere,
only here and there but i remember the night,
you made nothing peachy turn to never alright,

last time in my sight i was so drunk it was absurd,
but still i walked you home and kept to my word,
my feelings are for the birds, it's something i've learned,
from constantly being let down and permanently burned.