Always a lethal trap, the golden girl.
Black hole gravity draws you into her.
Till you uncover a disappointing fake.
Or worse you find out she's real and that your heart might be at stake.
Sunny Italy wait for me, I'll sail my feelings across the sea.
Pack your bags cause I'm not coming home alone.
Not coming home.
Oh Giorgia, you're still the one that I've been waiting for.
Little Miss Italy she was a high school dream.
Realistically, that's all she'll ever be.
But realism never wrote good songs.
Crazier things have happened, somehow dad married mom.
Sunny Italy wait for me, I'll sail my feelings across the sea.
Pack your bags cause I'm not coming home alone.
Not coming home.
Oh Giorgia, you're still the one that I've been waiting for.