Damn she love explorin’
Took me to another borin’
Museum in Florence
Italian martyrs,
Saints like Lawrence,
Naked white men statues,
I stare in abhorrence.
My eyes start bleeding,
I need visual insurance.
Regulate your business
Like Elizabeth Warren,
Stocks soarin,
“Baby are you
Dow
Dow
Dow
Dow
Dowwww?”
Why you cannoli look
Pasta me?
Penne for your thoughts.
Gelato Gestapo after me.
And “Signore una camicia”
Per favore,
Cover up, bro.
“Keep your eyes up here, dear.”
She looks
Down
Even
Harder.
Signore una camicia!
Sir a shirt,
Skirt,
Anything,
“Dead Italians STILL flirt.”