Italian Dry Ice

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
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha
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
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha