Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takes He gives for what he's got And what he's got he says he has not Stolen from anyone
It's not that he don't tell the truth Or even that he misspent his youth It's just that he holds the proof But you feel there's something's wrong
Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi
Valentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet Against the odds he smokes another cigarette Says that it helps him to forget That he's a nervous wreck
It's not that he misses much Or even that he's lost his lucky touch It's just that he gambles so much And you know that it's wrong
Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting just to catch your eye Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi Try to say I told you I told you
Waiting for an alibi Waiting just to get you Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi To say I told you Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi
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