Alberto Morrocco is a painternHis thoughts are on my wallnHe likes to draw this ladynAs she sleepsnnAlberto Morrocco paints bluebirdsnBut he colors them greennHe draws a jar of rosesnAs the lady, she still sleepsnnAnd I don't knownIf he loves her sweetlynI just hope he tells hernIf he doesnnAlberto Morrocco is a painternSmudges the walls in pinknShutters hang like baublesnAs the lady, she still sleepsnnThe porcelain sinks got a crack innAnd the birdcage has got no birdnHis trousers billow in the windownAs the lady, she still sleepsnnAnd I don't know nIf he loves her sweetlynI just hope he tells hernIf he doesnnAlberto Morrocco is a painternAlberto Morrocco loves this lady,nSo he paints her nEveryday