| Two small cars in Rome
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| Oh baby if I ever get home
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| I’m gonna wipe this experience
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| From my memory
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| Just you wait and see
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| It happened on a summer saturday night
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| I was feelin' alright
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| The moment fit me like a noose…
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| You should have seen the sight of me
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| Swimmin' in the fountain of Trevi
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| My birthday suit a little loose.
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| Those little fiat scooter cars
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| Zippin' round like little shooting stars
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| Bouncin' off the cobblestone streets of Trastevere
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| Like little ping pong balls
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| Oh, how I miss the mega malls
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| Back home in old virginny fulla giant cars
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| Those two small cars in Rome
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| Found me and tried to take me home
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| I knew them girls weren’t Italian
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| …just by seein' …
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| But I swear I knew what I was doin' by the Colliseum
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| But them two small cars in Rome
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| They got everything I brought from home
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| Dropped me off on the Appian Way
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| My red eyes meetin' the light of day…
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| And I crawled back to the steps of the Pantheon
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| Without a lira or a ticket outta town
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| Them two small cars in Rome
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| Ruin’d me like a circus maximus clown
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| And now the Carabinieri says «mi dica…»
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| And I say «no, they took that, too…»
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| Oh honey wire that money soon
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| I’d rather be on the dark side o' the moon
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| Than here in Rome
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| Oh, honey get me home |