Giavanni Giavanni tells the boy she loves him He never understands Then she turn her head and cries They don't talk too much about it He never understands But it's all between the lines Lay me down on the sands of poetry And let your music runneth over me Gia always cries When she's coming down Feels dead inside When she's coming down Gia always cries When she's coming down Giavanni wants to be an angel On wings of a dove she'll fly Someday her prince will come She sets the straw upon the table Life is interesting when you're numb Lay me down on the sands of poetry And let your music runneth over me Gia always cries When she's coming down Feels dead inside When she's coming down Gia always cries When she's coming down © 1995 John Mendenhall
