| «Do you like my thighs and my feet?»
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| «Oh yes, my dear you’re heavenly
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| You’re the finest girl to ever visit Capri»
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| It’s the last time I’ll ever leave home
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| Because my memory is here in Rome
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| But now I’m loose, after a vicious afternoon
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| I used to think you were a man
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| American turned the screw
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| Keep away from me, I’ll keep away from you
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| That American seems so strange
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| His face, it wears a rictus of pain
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| But his villa is large, and he’s hired Fritz Lang
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| If I read Homer, I wouldn’t be bored
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| But that American thinks he’s a god
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| I wonder what’s wrong with a technicolour world
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| And when he took me from under your nose
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| You loved me less than his money
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| I’ll keep away from you, you’ll keep away from me
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| I’ll keep away from you, you’ll keep away from me
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| My last word is softly «Contempt»
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| And I’ll leave with him soon
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| Keep away from me, I’ll keep away from you
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| Keep away from me, I’ll keep away from you
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| Keep away from me, I’ll keep away from you |