She wanted
Me to call her Venice
You see me
Striped vest, doting voice
As a gondolier
Paddling for a cherry
For a kiss
She wanted to be called Venice
What a funny idea
What a funny idea
What a funny idea
I was under the command of her exquisite voice
You see me
Submissive heart and enamored soul
As a mariner
If women want to be called Venice
Take them seriously
Don't try to find anyone better
Don't try to find anyone better
Don't try to find anyone better
Then she ran away
Without her suitcase
Towards the mysterious fog
Sometimes she would dream of ice floes
Then prefer a raging Tarzan
As for me, with my tied up heart in my shirt
I always give what I can
She wanted me to call her Venice
Soaking eyes
Broken back, spare rib
On a running board
Tilting like the tower of Pisa
For a kiss
She wanted to be called Venice
What a funny idea