The Lady Killer of Venice

The Lady Killer of Venice

There is a perfume of anticipation in the air
Through the dim lit winding narrow alleys
And across the many bridges he steers
Followed by his ever shifting shadows

Somebody calls out his name from an open window
He slows down just enough to catch the sweet voice
He smiles to himself wryly and swiftly moves on
Before she could utter another word he is gone

He walks in and almost slides on the wood veneer
Right into her bedroom and into another torrid affair
Oh yes Love at its best can only be tempest
For the Lady Killer of Ve- Ve- Venice

To some he is known as the Count of Farussi
Just another nobleman nothing out of the ordinary
To others he has the striking skills of a cobra
Deadly accurate, just like the Casanova

He walks in and almost slides on the wood veneer
Right into her bedroom and into another torrid affair
Oh yes Love at its best can only be tempest
For the Lady Killer of Ve- Ve- Venice

Alas there is a growing murmur of discontent echoing
Among neighborhood and in the corridors of power
You better take care when you are playing the lover
You better take care Casanova and go under cover

He walks in and almost slides on the wood veneer
Right into her bedroom and into another torrid affair
Oh yes Love at its best can only be tempest
For the Lady Killer of Ve- Ve- Venice
The Lady Killer of Ve-Ve- Venice
You better take care
The Lady Killer of Ve-Ve- Venice
There is a perfume of anticipation in the air
Here comes The Lady Killer of Ve-Ve- Venice
The Lady Killer of Ve-Ve- Venice