Last night, I dreamt that I had an iphone, that my parents forgot who I WAS, and that my ex boyfriend was sitting on the dock in Porto Fino reading his book, looking all mmmhmm and I was all like "oi what are YOU doing here", and he was all like "well I just came to get some pizza, this IS Italy", and then I woke up, and I was in my bed, sleeping next to an ironing board, on a boat, with NO iphone, and no pizza-eating boyfriend.
Urrrgh I miss that gorgeous pizza fiend
yeah yeah, IIIII know
Urrrgh I miss that gorgeous pizza fiend
yeah yeah, IIIII know
