[FRANCESCA] When a girl grows up in Napoli There are roads laid out before her And you understand, I'm speaking of The times before the war When a girl grows up in Napoli She is more or less a target For her mamma's expectations For the boys' infatuations; All she gets is one decision: Will she give them what they want? My sister Chiara wore tight-fitting sweaters Unbuttoned just so Chiara would squeeze ev'ry drop of attention Wherever she'd go Chiara said, "'Cesca, you must be prepared." Chiara would act as though nobody cared Chiara would laugh at me, quiet and scared… And I dreamed of a flat in Siena On the market square With a book and a pot and a window And a single chair- Far from lonesome Far from Chiara Almost real Paolo was a boy from down the hill With silver eyes and hair like coal And massive hands that trembled When he looked my way Paolo was a boy who loved to swim And who knows why I fell for him But soon enough I kissed him on a winter's day Chiara said, "'Cesca, he's dull and he's dumb You'll end up a farm wife, exhausted and numb I'm off to the servicemen's club; you should come!" But I dreamed of the beach at Ancona Where our kids would play Paolo right by my side, and the ocean Only steps away… Close to heaven Far from Chiara Almost real Chiara went dancing while air raid sirens were shrieking Chiara would open her legs just as easy as speaking Paolo went off with the Army and never returned And all that Chiara could say was "I hope now you've learned." And the streets were rubble And the water was filthy And there were no cigarettes And no haircuts And no thinking about the future And I sat at the harbor Watching the American ships And then… I looked up and I saw an American smile down at me And I knew if I just took his hand, I would at least be free I could love him, I could want him Only take me from Italia Far from Chiara! Far enough that I could feel Almost real
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[FRANCESCA]
When a girl grows up in Napoli
There are roads laid out before her
And you understand, I'm speaking of
The times before the war
When a girl grows up in Napoli
She is more or less a target
For her mamma's expectations
For the boys' infatuations;
All she gets is one decision:
Will she give them what they want?
My sister Chiara wore tight-fitting sweaters
Unbuttoned just so
Chiara would squeeze ev'ry drop of attention
Wherever she'd go
Chiara said, "'Cesca, you must be prepared."
Chiara would act as though nobody cared
Chiara would laugh at me, quiet and scared…
And I dreamed of a flat in Siena
On the market square
With a book and a pot and a window
And a single chair-
Far from lonesome
Far from Chiara
Almost real
Paolo was a boy from down the hill
With silver eyes and hair like coal
And massive hands that trembled
When he looked my way
Paolo was a boy who loved to swim
And who knows why I fell for him
But soon enough I kissed him on a winter's day
Chiara said, "'Cesca, he's dull and he's dumb
You'll end up a farm wife, exhausted and numb
I'm off to the servicemen's club; you should come!"
But I dreamed of the beach at Ancona
Where our kids would play
Paolo right by my side, and the ocean
Only steps away…
Close to heaven
Far from Chiara
Almost real
Chiara went dancing while air raid sirens were shrieking
Chiara would open her legs just as easy as speaking
Paolo went off with the Army and never returned
And all that Chiara could say was
"I hope now you've learned."
And the streets were rubble
And the water was filthy
And there were no cigarettes
And no haircuts
And no thinking about the future
And I sat at the harbor
Watching the American ships
And then…
I looked up and I saw an American smile down at me
And I knew if I just took his hand, I would at least be free
I could love him, I could want him
Only take me from Italia
Far from Chiara!
Far enough that I could feel
Almost real