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
Stole from anyone
It's not that he don't tell the truth
Or even that he misspent his youth
It's just he holds the proof
But you know something's wrong
Valentino got nowhere to go
On his own like Romeo
Blow by blow he watches his money go
Now he's oh so low
It's not that he misses her
Or even that he can't resist her
It's just that kissing her
He feels so strong
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 all the odds he smokes another cigarette
Says it helps him to forget
He's a nervous wreck
It's not that he misses much
Or even that he 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
Just to say I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Oh my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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