Amore Disperato
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Desperate Love
It looks like an angel fallen from the sky
How she's dressed when she enters the 'blue saxophone'
But she gets bored leaning against a mirror
Among leather fanatics who scrutinize her without poetry
She's losing, she's losing, she's losing, she's losing
She's losing, she's losing, she's losing, she's losing time
One evening she met a kind boy
He was a flash that night and looking at him was almost a shock
And coming back, and coming back, and coming back, and coming back
And coming back, and coming back, and coming back, and coming back home
Chorus: she'll dance among the bright stars
And she'll discover, she'll discover love
Desperate love
After that time she lost sight of him
Desperately she waits for him every night at the 'blue saxophone'
One night like wolves she was crying
That night the phone rang like a rooster
He's calling, he's calling, he's calling, he's calling
He's calling, he's calling, he's calling, he's calling her
It looks like an angel fallen from the sky
When they meet touching each other is really a shock
And trembling, and trembling, and trembling, and trembling
And trembling, and trembling, and trembling, and trembling hard
Chorus: she'll dance among the bright stars
And she'll discover, she'll discover love
Desperate love
