What happens in Florence, stays in Florence.
How I wish that could be true!
A few too many glasses of red wine,
A few too many rounds of songs dancing-
After that, It’s all a blur.

Seated in the back of a small cell,
To you, I say, “Next time, I buy drinks.”
You agree, but then again, you
Never say no to free drinks.

I practice my line for the next time they ask.
No sir, I cannot remember. No, I had no idea.
Yes, I will do better in the future, I swear.
Next time, we invite you
To our party, as well. Promise.