Last supper

Everything you knew about me Is no longer true The cool of you is only melting Into your fondue The masquerade is almost over No more champagne on ice I woke up to ya cold and sober With bubbles in my mind Soap in my eyes The taste of goodbye, my honey Pie A Bitter sweet wine in the summer sky Sending a kiss with a line on my postcard This will be our last Our last supper Last suppertime Everything I felt about you Happened to be true Take out lo-ve from your menu Take out yourself too Your cherry words have no meaning A stone left on your plate Now there is no jam between us Violets are red Strawberry's dead The taste of goodbye, my honey Pie А Bitter sweet wine in the summer sky Sending a kiss with a line on my postcard This will be our last Our last supper Last suppertime Friday I forgot Im in the heart of Rome Saturday night and we're stealing the show Sunday night's alright for loving you Affogato The taste of goodbye, my honey Pie А Bitter sweet wine in the summer sky Sending a kiss with a line on my postcard The taste of goodbye, my honey Pie А Bitter sweet wine in the summer sky Sending a kiss with a line on my postcard This will be our last Our last supper Last suppertime