Carmine, turn the screw and
drive me mad.
Come on, Carmine, everything
I touch goes bad.
Oh Carmine, believe I'll catch
you when you fall.
I think I'm just like some
little boy who didn't know I think I am.
Just like some little boy
who never knew.
(How could you, how could
you)
I'm like some little boy who
just didn't know at all;
I'm like some little boy who
didn't know.
(How could you, how could you)
Carmine...
Carmine...
(How could you, how could
you)
You know I'll take you home
in a big black taxi cab,
I'll be there to support you
before the porter can get there.
We can go to my room and romance,
start the fires, take a chance.
Just like some little girl
that didn't know, yeah;
Just like some little girl
that didn't know.
(How could you, how could
you)
Just like some little girl
you did not know me,
Just like some little girl
that didn't know.
(How could you, how could you)
Carmine...
Carmine...
(How could you, how could
you)
Turn the screw, turn the screw,
turn the screw, turn the screw;
Turn the screw, turn the screw,
turn the screw, turn the screw.
How could you, how could you,
how could you, tell me how could you.
Turn the screw and drive me
mad, make me feel,
That everything I touch goes
bad.
Just like some little boy who
didn't know, that's how I feel;
Just like some little boy
who never knew a thing at all.
Just like some little boy
who doesn't know, I swear I feel like
Some boy who doesn't know.
(How could you, how could you)
Carmine...
Carmine...
(How could you, how could
you)
Carmine...
Carmine...
You treated me like some young
boy who did not know.
Carmine...
(How could you, how could
you)
Carmine,
Why do you wind me up and
make me so sad, make me so
Carmine...
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