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