Everything is crumbling
Clothes are hanging from the
lines
Latin lovers they get angry
'Cause the girls all go home
at night
Milano, you're the most dangerous
woman in the world
Such women never scare the
girls of Denmark
There's something terribly
wrong
There's too much noise everywhere
Everybody's running
But no one's going anywhere
Last night I dreamed my lover
was with someone new
Such dreams never haunt the
girls of Denmark
America be blessed
You're still alone
You're still the place that's
right
For the ones who have gone
wrong
The rain is cold and Hamlet's
castle's made of ice
Men pay any price for the
girls of Denmark
Milano is hot and dripping...
© 1984 by Eric Andersen, Wind and Sand Music, ASCAP
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