Peter Cincotti - Palermo

^FShe's the kind of beautiful that you ^Bbwish you never saw ^FBut another minute isn't ^Cbreaking any laws. ^DmThe clock is ticking, but it ^Bbdoesn't matter 'cause ^FI'm not mo^Cving.

^FShe looks at me and then I ^Bbopen like a shell. ^FShe touches me and all my ^Cplans go straight to hell. ^DmI'm fighting a war with something ^Bbbigger than myself and ^FI'm los^Cing.

^DmPalermo, ^CPalermo! I'm ^Bbcaught in her ^Fstare and my ^Gmheart shoots a ^Fflare in the ^Csky. And as the ^Dmflames in the ^Cair blow, I^Bb'm leaving I ^Fswear though I ^Gmcan't kiss ^CPalermo good^Fbye.

^FI feel as though I drank a ^Bbthousand jugs of wine, ^FLike the world could end toni^Cght and I'd be fine, ^DmLike every star that's in the ^BbUniverse aligns, when ^FI hold ^Cher.

^FI shake it off and tell ^Bbmyself to get a grip. ^FThis road I'm walking on ^CI can't afford to slip, ^DmBut then the perfect broken ^BbEnglish leaves her lips, and ^Fit's ov^Cer.

^DmPalermo, ^CPalermo! She ^Bbplays with her^F hair and my ^Gmheart shoots a ^Fflare in the ^Csky. And as the ^Dmflames in the ^Cair blow, I^Bb'm leaving I ^Fswear though I ^Gmcan't kiss ^CPalermo good^Fbye.

Ca^Fn't kiss Pa^Clermo good^Dmbye. Bb F C Dm Bb F C

^FMaybe it's her soft Sicilian skin. ^BbMaybe it's the Mediterran^Fean. ^GmMaybe I am ^Bbjust being naive, ^CBut she makes me ^Amnever want to ^Cleave.

^DmPalermo, ^CPalermo! She'^Bbs keeping me t^Fhere as my he^Gmart shoots a fl^Fare in the sk^Cy. And as the ^Dmflames in the ^Cair blow, I^Bb'm leaving I ^Fswear though I ^Gmcan't kiss ^CPalermo good^Fbye.

Oh, ^DmPalermo, ^CPalermo! Oh, ^BbI don't have a ^Fprayer when my ^Gmheart shoots a ^Fflare in the ^Csky. (In the sky!) And as the ^Dmflames in the ^Cair blow, I^Bb'm leaving I ^Fswear though I ^Gmcan't kiss Palermo I ^Bbcan't kiss ^CPalermo, good^Fbye.^{Bb F C Dm Bb} I ^Fcan't kiss Palermo goo^Cdbye!^{Dm Bb F C} Oh, ^Dmno! ^{Bb F}