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Alberto Morrocco is a painter
His thoughts are on my wall
He likes to draw this lady
As she sleeps
Alberto Morrocco paints bluebirds
But he colors them green
He draws a jar of roses
As the lady, she still sleeps
And I don't know
If he loves her sweetly
I just hope he tells her
If he does
Alberto Morrocco is a painter
Smudges the walls in pink
Shutters hang like baubles
As the lady, she still sleeps
The porcelain sinks got a crack in
And the birdcage has got no bird
His trousers billow in the window
As the lady, she still sleeps
And I don't know
If he loves her sweetly
I just hope he tells her
If he does
Alberto Morrocco is a painter
Alberto Morrocco loves this lady,
So he paints her
Everyday
His thoughts are on my wall
He likes to draw this lady
As she sleeps
Alberto Morrocco paints bluebirds
But he colors them green
He draws a jar of roses
As the lady, she still sleeps
And I don't know
If he loves her sweetly
I just hope he tells her
If he does
Alberto Morrocco is a painter
Smudges the walls in pink
Shutters hang like baubles
As the lady, she still sleeps
The porcelain sinks got a crack in
And the birdcage has got no bird
His trousers billow in the window
As the lady, she still sleeps
And I don't know
If he loves her sweetly
I just hope he tells her
If he does
Alberto Morrocco is a painter
Alberto Morrocco loves this lady,
So he paints her
Everyday
Lyrics submitted by kawithakay
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i think shes made a story up