Northern Italy
Margaux Beylier
Oh, how I wanna be somewhere in northern Italy
The stinging nettle at our feet and all the possibilities
Oh, to speak or die under this oil painting sky
Your hand resting on my thigh
Please don't ever leave my side
Oh-oh-oh-oh
To be in northern Italy with my love again
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
It would just be you and me in northern Italy
In northern Italy, again
Oh, how the time moves slow when you're deciding where to go
Facing a fork in the road, there's no wrong answer, keep me close
Oh, under shady trees, nothing but a warm soft breeze
Kiss me longer, won't you please?
There's no place I'd rather be
Oh-oh-oh-oh
To be in northern Italy with my love again
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
It would just be you and me in northern Italy
In northern Italy
Oh-oh-oh-oh
To be in northern Italy with my love again
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
It would just be you and me in northern Italy
In northern Italy, again