Midnight Date At Harry's -- June 1962
MIDNIGHT DATE AT HARRY'S -- June 1962
I know you're laughing.
Sittin there on that strait back chair
laughing laughing laughing.
Hey! Psssstttt....Maria....
you wanta see some dirty postcards?
Maria Mia when did you move to Italy?
What's it gonna be, he or me?
I seen you down to the market square
lookin like a five hundred lire lady shopping for
sweet potato(e)s.
Merci!
No, I mean Grazie!
I remember when we did Florence
Your mama was so hot they almost shut down Harrys.
Remember that big Madamoiselle
with herself spread all over the table?
Remember, huh? Remember?
She said she was French
but you sure pulled her cord quick didn't you?
She didn't even finish her gambretti cocktail!
And then that night
that night
it was the Pensione Piave
I know it was
dear me where does the time go.
your loving and devoted servant
Luigi.
ps:
are you still laughing? Ciao.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
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