COTIDIANO
Every day he’s doing everything the same; Six in the morning he’s calling my name; Smiling his smile with the same little hint; he’s kissing my lips and I can taste the mint; Every day he’s telling me to take good care; Saying the things that men will only dare; he will be coming for dinner at eight; His kisses will taste like coffee he’ll be late; All day I’m thinking my life is such a mess; If I could say no I would live without stress; Noon I feel I’m at the end of my rope; Eating my lunch I’m clearly out of hope; Eight in the evening as everyone expects; he will be walking in right through the gates; And he’s dying to make love to me again; And he’s kissing with passion and with pain; All night long he doesn’t let me off his sight; I cannot breath he is holding me tight; Midnight he swears he will always be mine; he’s biting my lips and I can taste the wine; 