Listen to me, Sophia,. Have you any idea. How much you mean to me-a?. How much you'll never know! If I'm all agitato,. Every heart string vibrato,. Every look passionato,. Who but you made me
, there?. After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me, calling out,. Again and again. Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning. It's a fire, it's a fire, I cannot put out,. Sophia, Sophia, I'm learning
woman that's gonna place blame but you said that it was coming on judgment day Now Sophia. I'm wounded by dust When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime. You better call for your woman up high. And
