It seemed like in an Italian drama
As intense as summer love
A poison could never be healthy
Like a minor chord on the piano
For him, I had the faith of a Christian
But ended up praying to a mere mortal
A poison could never be healthy
It seemed like in an Italian drama
I repeat the same profile, overflowing with masculinity
Precious like ivory, his goddess made me a pedestal
Skin tough like a reptile’s
Pierces like a rifle, rains like in April
And still I don’t know what hope I hold onto
It strikes like a dart
And still I don’t know how to forget it, remove it from me
It seemed like in an Italian drama
As intense as summer love
A poison could never be healthy
Like a minor chord on the piano
For him, I had the faith of a Christian
But ended up praying to a mere mortal
A poison could never be healthy
It seemed like in an Italian drama