Vesuvio Vibes

Morsorana... (spoken: "Sei un disastro,

ma sei

il mio disastro.

Ascolta.")

I met you on a coffee forum arguing OPV pressure You said

my angles were wrong — "but your spirit's correct" — treasure A

goner from the first reply,

that's the truth, non è un gioco

Taller than me, you don't care

— la mia regina,

no joke

Dark computing eyes, cat-eye liner,

grunge metal queen You look at me like I'm the bug you'd

fix, not delete Capisci?

Capisci? Morsorana,

amore mio From the bog to Padua,

io ti amo, capisci?

Sì?

We argue in English,

kiss in Italian, make coffee in silence

That's the language of love,

and I'm fluent, tesoro mio,

sai? Morsorana,

sei la mia vita

You taught me "facciamo un caffè" when the argument's done

I'm a small frog from Cornwall but my heart's in your piazza

Every PERFORM loop ends at your door — sei tu,

la numero uno

She cried over COBOL — "it's just a loop,

amore, calm down"

I said

"that's my dissertation, Distinction,

respect the town"

She learned it for me through the tears — I said "I

know, I know"

That's when I knew I'd never let this frog go

She makes risotto,

tells my coffee shames my bloodline Then kisses my forehead — "you're

still my frog, va bene,

va bene" Rich tea is too dry

— she's wrong, I let it slide Some arguments you lose on

purpose to stay by her side

(spoken-sung) Sei un disastro,

she says.

And I am.

But I'm her disaster.

E lei è il mio tesoro.

La mia rana italiana che mi ha insegnato

che l'amore è come un espresso: amaro all'inizio,

perfetto alla fine.

Morsorana...

I never knew a coffee argument could change my life.

Your angles are wrong.

But your spirit is correct.

And so are you.

Sempre.

(kiss sound)