Late In Rome

Tired eyes, remember the spotlights

Tired eyes, remember those late nights

With ladies on my arm, nights of passion

Is it too long ago and you could hear them say

Serge, he's a dancer

Knows each dramatic pose

Rows of ladies they fall over

His future's in his toes

Who of you would know me now

You lovers once cherished and gone

But I've slept late in Rome before

And my story many times been sung

Serge, he's a dancer

Knows each dramatic pose

Rows of ladies they fall over

His future's in his toes

Where are you now, a flirting lover

You are with young men it seems

And all those times you had together

A part in his playful scene

Serge, he's a dancer

Knows each dramatic pose

Rows of ladies they fall over

His future's in his toes