I miss the dolce vita Everything was easier We could go to the clubs in the suburbs No losing pens or going to bed at ten I haven't seen u in months And i miss yr red and brown and brown hair And the richie p accounts In the summer months it was simpler then I miss the dolce vita And the gardens of maecenas Climbing walls in an ancient port I wish it was august but now im nauseas I bet that ximenes would know what to do He always knows best Cathago delenda est