The first time I saw her
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She was wearing scarves of white
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That little spark between us
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Took only seconds to ignite
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And then it occured to me
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But suddenly I was standing there alone
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On the Spanish steps of Rome
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I kept searching through the allies
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Kept searching through the catacombes that night
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I closed my eyes and threw a coin in the fountain
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She was nowhere insight
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I wandered through the holy city
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Like a beggar beneath the moon lit dome
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Near the Spanish steps of Rome
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I heard a voice as I looked through my fingers
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And saw the old monsigneur
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He gave me his blessing and said to me:
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"Don't try and please her"
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And then I heard her singing like some diva
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Parched upon her throne
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On the Spanish steps of Rome
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Now I know I should have listened
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When he warned me - He warned me not to follow
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I noticed that the statues eyes
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Were all sunken and hollow
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She let hose young wolves do their dirty deeds
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While she lay inside her home
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On the Spanish steps of Rome
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Spanish Steps Of Rome
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| Toto |
