Villa Bay View

Here comes the wind, here comes the sand, here comes the birdie in my hand. If I had a hundred pennies like gold ringing, if I had the time to spend, I would spend it on you. Here comes the wind, here comes the sand, here comes the birdie in my hand. If I had a hundred years, I would give you every single one, and if I had a way to stay, I would stay with you. Here comes the wind, here comes the sand, here comes the birdie in my hand. It's monumental, how cool, every house is like a medieval castle. It seems impossible, the market of the florist is surreal, and if the lights turn on, then you go. I did Milan, Milan, Milan, oh oh oh. Milan, Milan, oh oh oh. And if you get caught, then you fall asleep. I go around the gallery to close the circle. I come to Bovisa, I make a song, I go on the ships, I save them. I go to San Siro, I go down to Sant'Ambrogio, I go to La Cattolica, in Cattolica. I look at the skyscrapers, you are beautiful. I go down to Missori, I go down to San Babila, and away with the ballet. I did Milan, Milan, Milan, oh oh oh. Oh, the shady lane, where the moon is cold and the sun's afraid. Gonna fix my troubles and rest my brain. Gonna do some drinking and meet my fate. Come on down to the shady lane. As soon as I could get up, as soon as I could crawl. I found a mighty way to let the money fall down. Down to the devil, down to the ground. But the devil's gonna get us before it's all gone. Come on down to the shady lane. Where the moon is cold and the sun's afraid. Gonna fix my troubles and rest my brain. Gonna do some drinking and meet my fate. Come on down to the shady lane. The devil don't care about my soul. The devil wants my time, he wants my blood. Wants to watch me beg, wants to watch me run. And I'm running out of money, running out of blood. Come on down to the shady lane. Where the moon is cold and the sun's afraid. Gonna fix my troubles and rest my brain. Gonna do some drinking and meet my fate. Come on down to the shady lane. www.LRCgenerator.com