Paroles:
Martin Dean There S My Lover

, my last love, my all There's my lover Be it right, be it wrong I'll always belong to her There is my first love, my last love, my all There's my lover

, my last love, my all There's my lover Be it right, be it wrong I'll always belong to her There is my first love, my last love, my all There's my lover

my last love, my all There's my lover Be it right, be it wrong I'll always belong to her There is my first love, my last love, my all There's my lover

bon) Like the French people do (Si bon si bon) Because it's oh so good Every word every sigh every kiss dear Leads to only one thought and it's this dear Oh it's

evening in Roma Do they take'em for espresso Yeah, I guess so On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew On an evening in Roma Though there's grining and

see each day belongs to you (Belongs to you) But there's not a single sound And there's nobody else around But that's just me thinkin' 'bout the things