Lyrics

The hairdresser teaser her coif With his tail comb She has the tortured look of a Magnani Constantly hounded by the paparazzi The blood of Rome runs through her veins She's frightened by her overactive hormones Mondo Italiano La Dolce Vita Lust is written all over her face She loves the smell of danger The fury of fallen angels The aspirations of saints The sacred and the profane Maria Callas sang La Boheme In thе background He came towards her likе Alain Delon They climaxed when the trumpets Reached their crescendo She took it as a hidden innuendo His hands, his lips, his longing So good until she felt like his plaything A trapped animal who must bend to his will A prisoner of her flesh The fury of fallen angels The aspirations of saints The sacred and the profane Mondo Italiano La Dolce Vita Lollobrigada and Lolita The sacred and the profane