Alone, as if by force of habit   Even tonight, I stop by the bar   An echo, taunting me, fills the air   It?s a voice, a voice that?s all too familiar   It?s you, so close, but you hide   Because you?re still talking about me   Could it be you cannot forget me   You speak to a friend that knows nothing of me   You?re talking of my heart   And the bar, it smells of coffee   As the ice cream counter plays witness   d?amore to your tale   Slander is a wicked wind   Said the writer with his pen   But you believed it to be true   While for me there was no reason   To give credence to suspicious envy   Yet even now, you?re still talking about me   Could it be you cannot forget me   My faltering command of English   That won your love right here   And countless coffees we shared together   I told you I love Rossini, you know,   the Italian opera   Right here, by the ice cream counter   Now I?m explaining this love to your friend   I plead, tell this to my love   She sits there, uncaring, at your side   Tell her if the opera isn?t enough, there will be   another song, tell her   If you still feel the need to talk of me   Then surely, you haven?t forgotten   And I?m still singing about you   Because I know I can?t forget you