| I’m sorry I fucked your best friend, Lucretia Borgia
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| Though we’re frankly surprised you’re appalled
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| We thought you’d be ecstatic
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| To see us so happy
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| Being your two closest friends and all
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| We are not really that thirsty, Lucretia Borgia
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| We will not take two goblets of wine
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| We’d love to sip your chalice
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| But we’re due at the Pitti Palace
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| Maybe some other time
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| I’m grateful for everything you did, Lucretia Borgia
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| And I hope you’re not disappointed in me
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| Your legendary parties for wealthy old hearties
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| Were the talk of all Tuscany
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| No I shall not take a walk with your friend Luigi
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| Although as henchmen go he’s all right
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| I won’t take that walk, and I don’t want to talk
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| Maybe some other night
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| I don’t know why it didn’t work for us, Lucretia Borgia
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| It wasn’t your motto 'Might makes right'
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| I didn’t mind your snobbery or your two charming hobbies
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| Vindictive murder and spite
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| Don’t show me the door, Lucretia Borgia
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| It leads to the Arno, I know
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| It opens on a stair which leads to a tower
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| Where no-one must go
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| Your first marriage was anulled
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| Your second husband got killed
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| You slept with your father
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| And sucked your brother’s dick
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| But, hey, everybody needs to get a kick out of life
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| Lucretia what are you doing with that knife? |