The first time I saw her
She was wearing scarves of white
That little spark between us
Took only seconds to ignite
And then it occured to me
Suddenly I was standing there alone
On the Spanish steps of Rome
I kept searching through the ally
Searching through the catacombe that night
I closed my eyes and threw a coin in the fountain
Then I looked and she was nowhere in sight
I wandered through the holy city
Like a beggar beneath the moon lit dome
Near the Spanish steps of Rome
I heard a voice as I looked through my fingers
And saw the old monsignor
He gave me his blessing and said
Don't try and please her
And then I heard her singing like some diva
Perched upon her throne
On the Spanish steps of Rome
Now I know I should have listened
When he warned me not to follow
I noticed that the statue's eyes
Were all sunken and hollow
She let those young wolves do the dirty deeds
While she lay there inside her home
On the Spanish steps of Rome