When the moon hits your eye like a big piz-za pie, that's a-mor-e.
When the world seems to shine and
you're feeling di-vine, that's a-mor-e.
Bells wil ring ting-a-ling-a-ling,
ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing Vee-ta-bel-la
Hearts will play tip-py-tip-py-tay,
tip-py-tip-py-tay, like a gay tar-an-tel-la.
When the stars make you drool just like pas-ta-fa-zool, thats a-mor-e.
When you dance down the street with
a cloud at your feet, you're in love.
When you walk in a dream but you know your not dream-ing,
Sig-nor-e, scuz-za me, but you see,
Back in old Na-po-li, thats a-mor-e.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pi-zza pie, thats a-mor-e.
When the world seems to shine and
you're feeling di-vine thats a-mor-e.
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling.
Hearts will play tip-py-tip-py-tay, tip-py-tip-py-tay.
When the stars make you drool just like pas-ta-fa-zool, thats a-mor-e.
When dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, your in love.
When you walk in a dream but you know your not dream-ing Sig-nor-e.
Scuz-za me but you see back in old na-po-li, that's a-mor-e.
Scuz-za me, but you see back in old na-po-li, that's a-mor-e.
A-mor-e!

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