Pretty Girl From Feltre

Susanna, Italiana, what do you want to do?

I thought I had figured it out nut that was before you



Walking a mile into town

Hoping to see you around

Hoping your man is nowhere to be found

And hoping we'll go to your room

And hoping we'll go to your room



Quietly act like you love me until I leave Feltre

And when you learn of my return

Watch what the townspeople say



Riding in your cargo van

Driving your mom's cargo van

If you only knew how charming it was

The lure of your folks cargo van

The lure of your folks cargo van



Go tell Max

Be clear with the facts

Leave me a letter to there

I still have the one from before

From when I turned twenty four