Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I’ve got a date with a pretty lil' girl from Greece
She promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
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