My right hand man tells me in Italy
When we get back to New York-I should be
his left hand girl and just take it easy
I’m slowly learning to do what feels good
And it feels good to roam around like this
With you all the countries we seek are home
In these months I’ve moved lost some old friends too
Hard times turned to goo made way for the new
Things are looking up I am on the mend
Such are the ways of family love friends
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