it was such lovely weather
the third day in milano
i was sitting in a chair
the piont of my high heel was stepping on a man's shadow
the scent of his cappucino was carried on the wind of milano
he stared me up and down
as if i was a restaurant menu
the accidental meeting made my blood red like chianti
mio... mio bambino...
blindfold me... only feeling
when you touch me on the knee
i can feel your vibration
when you capture my secret key
i can hear your pulsation
HIT ME!
in the night i can't sleep
you sweep me off my feet
make my body burn |