Italian Dry Ice - Josh Rouse

I had a dream you were a mother last night

Feeding your babies by the oceanside

When I woke up, I was alone in my room

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Baby, please come home

'Cause it’s just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Shady days and stormy, stormy nights

One gives the other a quarter for a dime

All that she left with was a suitcase and some shoes

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Baby, please come home

'Cause it’s just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Baby, please come home

'Cause I miss your sweet, sweet smile and the texture of your arms

Ha, ha, ha, ha

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Ha, ha

Ha, ha

Sissy had told me that you moved to Rome

Fucking those Italians with expensive clothes

I need you back, baby, I miss my rolling stone

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Baby, please come home

'Cause it’s just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Baby, please come home

'Cause I miss your sweet, sweet smile and the texture of your arms

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Baby, please come home

'Cause it’s just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha

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