the bambina, she will not speak
finding me in hurts honor as creeks
do i or wont she be the aisles
beside me in the hours
an hour and a prayer
an hour with lords and her saviors
they her sisters and gypsied
loves with ending questions
the bambina, a mystery of irish hands
boy would you just be him, never, again
when she's stuck to my side forever
the love you lost in the frames of her fathers
her sweaters around in the hands of another mans famine again

i aint allowed the soft hand
but you learn from me before a better man

lets give the girls some more italian boys