Italian Dry Ice

Italian Dry Ice - Josh Rouse

I had a dream you were a mother last night

Feeding your babies by the ocean side

When I woke up I was alone in my room

Baby please come home

'Cause it's just a smidgen of time

Before my love runs dry

Shady days and stormy stormy nights

One gives another a quarter for a dime

All that she left with was a suitcase and some shoes

Baby please come home

'Cause it's just a smidgen of time

Before my love runs dry

Baby please come home

'Cause I miss your sweet sweet smile

And the texture of your arms

Sissy had told me that you moved to Rome

F**king those Italians with expensive clothes

I need you back baby I miss my rolling stone

Baby please come home

'Cause it's just a smidgen of time

Before my love runs dry

Baby please come home

'Cause I miss your sweet sweet smile

And the texture of your arms

Baby please come home

'Cause it's just a smidgen of time

Before my love runs dry