Lazzarella

With pounds under your skirt
And a blue floral blouse,
You want to play the lady
In front of the school, just like you.

You grab the cigarette
When you buy it for dad,
You already put on lipstick
Like you saw mom do.

Lazzarella!

But Lazzarella, just like that,
I always like you the most,
And I come on purpose to tell you,
Near the church of Gesù.

Instead, you reply to me: 'Of course,
I have to listen to you.
Love can wait for me,
What can I do? It's not for me!'

Ah, Lazzarella, spring breeze!
When you walk every morning,
You already shine in the shop windows,
Just a compliment makes you blush.

But Lazzarella, just like that,
You don't really think of me,
And you laugh to make me understand
That I'm wasting time on you.

Now comes a student
In front of the church of Gesù.
You always wear tighter
The blue floral blouse.

He slaps you four times
Every time dad
Finds a note
That someone wrote to you over there.

Lazzarella!

But Lazzarella, just like that,
I always like you the most,
And I come on purpose to tell you,
Near the church of Gesù.

Instead, you reply to me: 'Of course,
I have to listen to you.
Love can wait for me,
What can I do? It's not for me!'

Ah, Lazzarella, time flies!
Now you find yourself every morning,
Crying on this pillow.
Not even a friend can help you.

But Lazzarella, just like that,
You're trapped too.
And once again you say 'Yes',
But inside the church of Gesù!

Lazzarella!
I'm wasting time on you!