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• Artiste: Barbara Dickson
• Titre: When I Paint My Masterpiece
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Oh the streets of Rome are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You can almost think that you're seeing double On a cold dark night on the Spanish stairs Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room Where I got myself a date with a pretty little boy from Greece He promised that he'd be right with me When I paint my masterpiece Oh the hours I've spent inside the Collosseum Dodging lions and a-wasting time Oh those mighty kings of the jungle I could hardly stand to see 'em Yes it sure has been a long hard climb Train wheels running through the back of my memory When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday everything's gonna be smooth like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola Oh to be back in the land of Coca-cola I left Rome and landed in Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried Clergymen in uniform and young girls pulling muscles Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside Newspapermen eating candy Had to be held down by big police Someday everything's gonna be different When I paint my masterpiece