An Italian Dish ( 44/44)

An Italian Job

A hill fell on her bottom

A girl inside the Moloko

The Italian job was to pick her up

Reluctant of course she could not believe her sorrow

Inside the Moloko are the hands that can work it

The Italian Job still offered to pick her up

Their hands still want to borrow

An Italic store was very sure

Crossing over

She accepted to move on from the fall

Her better/best love was not to follow

Her best job was to iron it all out of the hollow

She worked it out anywhere

One is to all

All for one...

The Italian Job is not everywhere in one trial

She made it out in one tomorrow

We called in our 2^nd base

We called it Public Indecency

An Italian dish job is to dish it out strong

We are together to the core

We can cry no more

He decided to change his taste

We can try no more

He emailed me his pain

Loving & Living

Leading a line of works

Giving up a trial of jerks

We keep it short & small for a reason of faults

Beyond your clock

Behind your block

Behind all talk

Living & Loving is not your fault

Believe in one is to all

Shield your stations

Believe in one is to call

Shield your dating

Heal all mercy

Heal the forgiving

He is an Italian fish to make sure!!!

Heal your thinking

Moved my soul into 3^rd base

Played the nick & knack on my feet & space

An Italian job is to enjoy the dish

Played with my foe

Nick knack is playing on my streets

Push through the non believers

Forgive me father for I have been

Heal the natural son

For I have been drinking

An Italian dish

Please forgive me father for my game

Time has left me with thy name

Forgive mine too

Can we become one Saint?

An offer can make a dish

She's just a baby

An offer can make a switch

She's just a lady

Watching our time

Watching our crime

A big guy tamed us

He watched our mind

Gave me answers

I cannot answer to another call

Save me please my other

Two heads are better than one

Not allowed to fall back in love

Believers in our damned eyes

Release us in our nick of time

The machine has predicted

One line

One life

One love

One smile

The machine has predicted

One lie

Colorful dishes

Colorful wishes

Colorful preaching

An Italian tone is full of colorful riches

Gaming my crown

I am a cherry blonde in this town

Gaming my gown

I am an Italian

Using my frown

An Italian dish is to share

Are we both fair?

My Italian dish

Love is our dare

Wiped it clean

Wiped you free

Wipe your seal

Wipe your deal

A green eyed bambino is for real

Dancing again

Through a job well done

We can weed a tree

Through a door of fun

Speechless of stories

Donating all worries

An Italian dish in a hurry

Yes

An Italian dish is a fairy

Support me in luck

Support me with one buck

Lay me to rest

Support me in your dark

Fearing eyes

Fearing wives

Support me in love

Fearing lies

Running over a room of fate

Running lower than a broom like frame

Counting years in a pound

Counting bears in a shout

A counting gear is around

A count an a dear

How about an Italian kiss on my mind

Full of grey matter

Brave enough to succumb

Full of black swagger

Across the nation of love

The calling is from them

xoxo the calling is back then

An Italian kiss

sipping on a wager

cocktail my desires

dipping on a pager

An Italian kiss

full of a brave manner

holding it like a rock star

holding it like a sports child

abracadabra

turning the Italian kiss into a wish

a dish full of days

full of many other ways

job hunting in one wander

full of kisses

hugs in a thunder

we held each

we faced the rays

we felt each other

we faced the blade

kissed my hunger away

kissed my hour astray

a serious jungle fever

a serious jungle weaver

fortune telling through the tea

the Italian dish is my pride

An Italian boy

What is your job?

I am an Italian joy

What happened to all your thoughts?
A BURIED PAST is all I got...:)