Hope’s dashed to the floor like shattered teenage dreams.
Boys living next door are never what they seem.
A walk in the park can become a bad dream
People are staring and following me.
This is my only escape from it all:
Watching a film or a face on the wall.
Robert de Niro’s waiting
Talking italian.
Robert de Niro’s waiting
Talking italian.
Robert de Niro’s waiting
Talking italian.
Robert de Niro’s waiting
Talking italian.
I don’t need a boy
I’ve a got a man of steel
Don’t come any closer
I don’t wanna feel.
You’re breathing
You’re touching
But nothing’s for free
I never want this to happen to me.
Don’t try to change me
You’re wasting your time
Now I’ve got something much better in mind.
Robert de Niro’s waiting
Talking italian. . . .
A walk in the park can become a bad dream
. . .
Robert de Niro’s waiting
Talking italian. . . .