Testo di Italian Dry Ice

I had a dream you were a mother last night Feeding your baby by the ocean side When I woke up I was alone in my room Baby, please come home Cuz it's just a smidgen of time before my blood runs dry Shady days and stormy, stormy nights One gives another a quarter for a dime All the she left with was a suitcase and some shoes Baby, please come home Cuz it's just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry Baby, please come home Cuz I miss your sweet, sweet smile, and the texture of your arms Sissy had told me that you moved to Rome Fucking those italians with expensive clothes I need you back, baby I miss my rolling stone Baby, please come home Cuz it's just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry Baby, please come home Cuz I miss your sweet, sweet smile, and the texture of your arms