The Sacred and the Profane

The hairdresser teaser her coif
With his tail comb
She has the tortured look of a Magnani
Constantly hounded by the paparazzi
The blood of Rome runs through her veins
She's frightened by her overactive hormones
Mondo Italiano La Dolce Vita
Lust is written all over her face
She loves the smell of danger

The fury of fallen angels
The aspirations of saints
The sacred and the profane

Maria Callas sang La Boheme
In thе background
He came towards her likе Alain Delon
They climaxed when the trumpets
Reached their crescendo
She took it as a hidden innuendo
His hands, his lips, his longing
So good until she felt like his plaything
A trapped animal who must bend to his will
A prisoner of her flesh

The fury of fallen angels
The aspirations of saints
The sacred and the profane

Mondo Italiano La Dolce Vita
Lollobrigada and Lolita

The sacred and the profane