You wore a dark, purple suit, with a tissue 'round your neck.
|
Lonely, eating tomato soup, I knew I had to check.
|
|
A broken ball of fruits, was lying by your side,
|
You offered me a chair, I guess just to be polite.
|
|
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
|
|
You asked me with a voice of torn old silk.
|
"Do you want some berries with sugar, chocolate and milk?"
|
|
I'm here, look at me, but you just lit a cigarette;
|
"You're not quite what I'm looking for my little marionette"
|
|
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
|
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
|
|
Well, that's sweet, how nice.
|
Now what will I do?
|
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you?
|
|
Well, that's sweet, how nice.
|
Now what will I do?
|
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you?
|
|
Gleaming, you stood up obviously had a thrill.
|
I sat there alone of course I had to pay the bill.
|
|
That's just great, how nice, what a surprise!
|
My luck had run out, on to the beach, to the sun, resting, having fun.
|
|
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
|
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
|
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.
|
|
-----------------
|
Premiere Lovin'
|
Emiliana Torrini |