Italian sun on marble walls Cooler skin in the marble halls Hiding now from Italian day Julietta smiles and makes her way Searching for a touch of skin Feeling reckless Boticelli's perfect skin... breathless Hear the birth-cry mandolin... breathless Catching breath She's taken in Julietta falls and starts to spin Boticelli's perfect stare Venus floating Standing there Julietta touches perfect skin... feeling reckless Boticelli's perfect skin... breathless Hear the birth-cry mandolin... breathless Spin... to the mandolin Spin... Spin Leave you breathless Leave you breathless...