Fellini Was Dying (Drunk in the Afternoon)
They say Fellini was dying
And she bums a cigarette
Pretends not to know me
But I know that wicked smile
And those lips, they are so sweet
And some farmers brought down the moon
There's a voice at the bottom of the well
Where the water, it's so cold
I've been getting drunk in the afternoons
Yeah, I think I'm going home now
They say Fellini was dying
Saw you on 6th Avenue
Another man's life
Now another man's rose
They said Fellini was dying
When I saw you
Another man's wife
Now another man knows
And she bums a cigarette
Pretends not to know me
But I know that wicked smile
And those lips, they are so sweet
And some farmers brought down the moon
There's a voice at the bottom of the well
Where the water, it's so cold
I've been getting drunk in the afternoons
Yeah, I think I'm going home now
They say Fellini was dying
Saw you on 6th Avenue
Another man's life
Now another man's rose
They said Fellini was dying
When I saw you
Another man's wife
Now another man knows
Credits
Writer(s): Marco North
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