Alberto Morrocco

Alberto Morrocco is a painter
His thoughts are on my walk
He likes to draw this lady
As she sleeps

Alberto Morrocco paints bluebirds
But he colors them green
He draws a jar of roses
As the lady, she still sleeps

And I don't know
If he loves her sweetly
I just hope he tells her
If he does

Alberto Morrocco is a painter
Smudges the walls in pink
Shutters hang like baubles
As the lady, she still sleeps

The porcelain sinks got a crack 'n't (in it)
And the birdcage has got no bird
His trousers billow in the window
As the lady, she still sleeps

And I don't know
If he loves her sweetly
I just hope he tells her
If he does

Alberto Morrocco is a painter
Alberto Morrocco loves this lady,
So he paints her