Alberto Morrocco Lyrics

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

Everyday