Mio Grillino
There's just something about him,
That nervous little man in tweed,
He makes me feel like new,
I find myself addicted,
To a drug called mio grillino.
He may have hurt me,
But he will always do his best,
And that's fine by me,
'Cause I can't remember what he did,
My eyes only see mio grillino.
It doesn't matter where we are,
He dances with me,
All through life's hardships,
I turn to him for guidance,
I can't live without mio grillino.
Sometimes we experience strange things,
Dreams and nightmares of another life,
There's someone else that we can't remember,
It was someone we both loved as one,
I doubt I loved him as much as mio grillino.
It all makes sense now,
This is not the life that was meant for us,
We hail from another world,
Where happily-ever-afters roam,
I just pray mine is with mio grillino.
That's not important right now,
Our son is without us both,
How stupid I was to cast my boy out,
He was right all along,
I should've listened to mio grillino.
He looks at me kindly,
Those eyes are filled with tears,
There's not a trace of an "I told you so,"
He sees how guilty I am,
All I want to do is hold mio grillino.
I've not told him yet,
That I'm close to hunting down our boy,
I want to surprise him,
My heart will soar,
Once Pinocchio is reunited with me and nostro grillino.