Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya
Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya oh wa wa
Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya
Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya oh wa wa wa wa...
It was such lovely weather, mmm yeah
The third day in Milano
I was sitting in a chair
The point of my high heel was stepping on a man's shadow
The scent of his cappuccino was carried on the wind of Milano
He stared me up and down
As if I was a restaurant menu
The accidental meeting
Made my blood red like Chianti