The very thought of you And I forget to do Those little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm livin' in a kind of a daydream I'm happy as a queen
Qui dove il mare luccica E tira forte il vento Su una vecchia terrazza Davanti al golfo di Surriento Un uomo abbraccia una ragazza Dopo che aveva pianto
I don't care if there's powder on my nose I don't care if my hairdo is in place I've lost the very meaning of repose I never put a mudpack on my face
