she wouldn't love me,
for not even a penny had i,
took off to the ferraris and maseratis,
to white skins and curly hairs,
said she wanted to feel the sand in cape,
dine in modena
while she wined under the rewind of the Targa Florio...
...now she begs me,
jamming my answering machine
her 'please call me back please' barely heard,
a thousand less one today she has left,
sad ,girl said my steps were slow,
done with the flight an elevator now i take,
hey,girl,never heard the tale?
it was of a first step that a long journey did start...
jam my cell wont drive me mad,
scream my name and i wont look back,
that was a chance you never banked...
©2011
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