This is the story of
Casanova
It's told to me by
Casanova
He was an old man, old and grey
He came home to die on
Valentine's
Day
Oh it's great to be back home again
Sure feels good to be in those arms again
Two things I know, I remember well
Don't walk the wire,
don't kiss and tell
He threw stones at every windowsill
From
Genoa to
Old
Seville
Beautiful women of every skin
Some of them strangers and
none of them friends
Oh, it's great to be back home again
Sure feels good to be in
those arms again
Two things I know, I remember well
Don't walk the wire,
don't kiss and tell
Well, I looked into his eyes
Oh,
Casanova, tell me why
Through every bordello you have roamed
If this be your death,
why come home?
In this bed, way back then,
I had my first love at the age of ten
She wasn't pretty, she wasn't fair,
I'll wait for her love, I'll wait there
Oh it's great to be back home again,
sure feels good to be in those arms again
Two things I know, I remember well,
don't walk the wire, don't kiss and tell
Oh, it's great to be back home again
Sure feels good to be in
those arms again
Two things I know, I remember well
Don't walk the wire,
don't kiss and tell
Don't walk the wire,
don't kiss and tell
Don't walk the wire
You