Sabrina she’s so beautiful she paints her lips so red
She wears her fancy stockings and high heel shoes to bed
She tells me lies and secrets and what ever comes to mind
She’s tangled up in ties that do not bind

She drew my bath she washed my hair and then she pat me down
With talcum from the orient and a purple terry gown
She sang for me a song she wrote from the beginning to the end
With everything to loose and nothing to defend

We talked a while of Tuscany we talked a while of Rome
She said she’d love to go back there but she would never go alone
She showed to me some post cards and some pictures of a man
He looked just like Mario Lanza or maybe superman

Chorus
And her father was American and her mother was a Jew
They came to New York City back in 1962
She looks just like her father but she has her mother’s ways
I could hear it in the piano style that she played

The time did come for me to go the sun was peeking through
Our bodies were so tired and there was nothing left to do
We kissed and said goodbye and I stepped out into the sun
I turned around to wave to her but she’d already gone

Oh Sabrina she’s so beautiful and she paints her lips so red
Ah we sing songs we carry on and then we go to bed
She tells me lies I don’t believe a single word she says
But we were never really lovers and we were never really friends