A stiletto scrapes the pavement   Leaving a red streak of paint   Breaks a sweat upon the sailors   To them she is a saint   Tattoo on the muscle   That says   'in love forever i'   She'll take them and she'll break them   Oh come hold me till I die.      Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma      There's a ladder in her nylons   Where we can climb up to the stars   Join a queue of borsalinos   As you bend over the bar   Tattoo on her muscle says   'beware, behave, be mine'   She'll eat them up for breakfast   One at a time      Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma      Well come on if you need loving   Pirondelllo don't be shy   It just takes a little money   And we'll get there by and by   For I've got a little more   Than any other girl   You pay a little extra   For a trip around the world   And if the world is not enough   Then I'll take you to the sky   Put you in an armhold   Blacken both your eyes   For you'll find no other woman   That will love you like I do   I'll just open up the oven door   And leave the cooking up to you      Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma      And she took me to her room   That had never seen the light   Those sheets had seen a legion   And she beat me up all night   And over morning coffee   She shook her black hair from it's mess   Her lips a gash of lipstick   And she sucks a cigarette      Anarcoma, anarcoma, anarcoma      I could be yours   You could be mine   You could be mine