Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set
When she was just a girl she became a woman of the world Soon there wasn't room enough for her in between the bosoms of her family She popped the cork
It is a far far better thing that I do now than I have ever done before It is a far far better place that I go to than I have ever known before My slap
I see oriental paper globes hanging like decomposing cocoons while exotic candles overload the dusty air with their stale perfume And I see lentils,
Sing a happy song 'cause Spring does not last long A flower blooms and then it's gone Summer follows fast, make hay while it lasts Don't ever dwell upon
The Divine Comedy's Casanova - a collection of songs for bass baritone and ensemble, inspired by the writings of the eighteenth century Venetian gambler
only make it worse Don't tempt the lonely and perverse The casualties of casual sex The child of three with X-ray specs The conman low in self esteem The Casanova
Once there was a time when my mind lay on higher things And once there was a time I could find pretty words to sing But now, well now I find it saves
She said "There's something in the woodshed and I can hear it breathing it's such an eerie feeling, darling" He said "There's nothing in the woodshed
Pale, pubescent beasts, roam through the streets And coffee-shops, their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts, and white ankle-socks But
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Traduzione: La Divina Commedia. Theme From Casanova.
