Dolce Vita

Lyrics

I miss the dolce vita Everything was easier We could go to the clubs in the suburbs No losing pens or going to bed at ten And I haven't seen you in months And I miss your red and brown and brown hair And the Richie P accounts In the summer months it was simpler (simpler) I miss the dolce vita And the gardens of maecenas Climbing walls in an ancient port I wish it was august but now im nauseas And I haven't seen you in months And I miss your red and brown and brown hair And the Richie P accounts In the summer months it was simpler (simpler) I bet that ximenes would know what to do He always knows best (I bet that ximenеs would know what to do He always knows best) I bet that ximеnes would know what to do He always knows best (I bet that ximenes would know what to do, he always knows best) I bet that ximenes would know what to do He always knows best (cathago delenda est) I bet that ximenes would know what to do He always knows best (I bet that ximenes would know what to do He always knows best) I bet that ximenes would know what to do He always knows best (I bet that ximenes would know what to do, he always knows best) I bet that ximenes would know what to do He always knows best (cathago delenda est) And I haven't seen you in months And I miss your red and brown and brown hair And the Richie P accounts In the summer months it was simpler It was simpler