Lazzarella

With pounds under your arm
and a blue floral blouse
you want to act like a little lady
in front of school, just like you
you grab the cigarette
when you buy it for dad
you already put on lipstick
just like you see mom do
lazzarella
but lazzarella, how is she
the more I like her
and I come on purpose to tell you
near the school by Jesus
instead, you answer 'and what
I really have to listen to you
for me, love can wait
what I have to do, I do for me'
ah lazzarella, a breeze of spring
when all the mornings pass
you're already looking in the shop windows
just a compliment makes you blush
but lazzarella, how is she
you don't really think of me
and you laugh to make me understand
that I'm wasting time after you
then comes a student
in front of school, by Jesus
you become even stricter
in your blue floral blouse
you get four slaps
every time dad
finds a note
that he wrote for you
lazzarella
but lazzarella, how is she
you fell too
love doesn't make you eat
it makes you suffer, it makes you think
one night you receive him
one night you receive her
but if I want to give you a vase
to signal 'yes' without speaking
ah lazzarella, how time flies
now you find yourself every morning
with tears on this pillow
not even a friend can help you
but lazzarella, how is she
you got caught too
and you prepare to say 'yes'
but in the church
by Jesus
lazzarella
lazzarella
mine