I miss the dolce vita
Everything was easier
We could go to the clubs in the suburbs
No losing pens or going to bed at ten

And I haven't seen you in months
And I miss your red and brown and brown hair
And the Richie P accounts
In the summer months it was simpler (simpler)

I miss the dolce vita
And the gardens of maecenas
Climbing walls in an ancient port
I wish it was august but now im nauseas

And I haven't seen you in months
And I miss your red and brown and brown hair
And the Richie P accounts
In the summer months it was simpler (simpler)

I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best (I bet that ximenеs would know what to do
He always knows best)
I bet that ximеnes would know what to do
He always knows best (I bet that ximenes would know what to do, he always knows best)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best (cathago delenda est)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best (I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best (I bet that ximenes would know what to do, he always knows best)
I bet that ximenes would know what to do
He always knows best (cathago delenda est)

And I haven't seen you in months
And I miss your red and brown and brown hair
And the Richie P accounts
In the summer months it was simpler

It was simpler