
At the Italian place, love felt brand new,
Like the finest red wine, its vintage so true.
But life's sauce can turn sour,
Love lost in an hour,
Yet friendship, like good wine, sees us through.
At the Italian place, love felt brand new,
Like the finest red wine, its vintage so true.
But life's sauce can turn sour,
Love lost in an hour,
Yet friendship, like good wine, sees us through.
A fellow named Bill at the keys,
Played tunes that would certainly please.
The crowd sang along,
To each familiar song,
And forgot all their worldly unease.