Krystal

I was crying believe me, leaving from San Remo, waving by bye singly, I haven't got the blues, he is such a giving soul, this habitue' of toodle doos, my Italian friend weeps, says there goes your pension, who am I to lose sleep, there is nothing to rue, I can live on song, just a little fortune, maybe he feels guilty, buys me a lover's home, sleeps now more easily, pay the new woman's dues, just a minute though, why do I resent this news, better to betray our dreams, or wake alone, staring at an empty country, he has more to atone.